They had all taken the time to find and ping me on Facebook.I even had a few messages from strangers commenting on my physical appearance and dressing... My Facebook profile picture had me in a light pink cotton saree and matching blouse. Men found great pleasure in calling me ‘sexy’. On closer observation, I realized my curves were easily noticeable and my lips looked lusty.Still, what overwhelmed me the most were the texts from my longtime friend’s son, Arjun. I was already friends with Arjun. "But I'm doing a lot better now," I said."I hope my advice helped."Now it was my turn to snort. Allen had listened for about twenty minutes while I'd poured out my guts, and then told me that I needed to get laid. There had been no additional advice."I told you that there were always other fish in the sea," he said. "Getting laid is a good way to remember that." Oh, I got laid. It just didn't go the way I think you intended." Oh? Did it turn into something?" In a way," I said. "But not. They had introduced themselves and then he had put his hand on her leg and she hadn’t stopped him. She hadn’t stopped him, either, when he slipped his hand inside her skirt when the stripper revealed a lovely little beaver under the spotlight. When the stripper’s co-dancer stripped naked and played her beaver with his cock she didn’t stop her companion slipping his hand into her little string. They had left soon after this. On that occasion, in her room, she had fucked him ferociously,. I ask have you been fucking him. Liz says I truly don’t know, I know he has been feeding both of us pills, and all our changes started when we met, him.It’s 4:30 Jo pulls up out front, I open her car door Jo spins around and extends her long bronze legs her dress just barely covers the butt cheeks , sitting down it doesn’t cover anything, and also reveals the only thing she is warring besides the dress is her 5” heels. Liz says I see you found us with no problems, how are you this evening Jo.