Joe, you took care of that. Now, shall we get back to the party? They’re probably wondering what happened to us.” I asked, “Would you like to us... my bathroom before we leave?” I figured Debbie would want to clean up a bit before returning to the party. “Not now. I’m feeling a little like a slut right now. I don’t cares if I smell like we just had sex? But I would like to shower later if you don’t mind.” We chuckled and quickly rearranged our clothes. I stood and shoved my cock back into my. Me, I was drinking single malt Scotch, no ice. "No thanks Mom, I've got a drink," I replied.We all sat around the living room for a while watching some inane reality show. Dianne asked if it was all right for her to change for the evening and without waiting for an answer and she and Libby took off for the guest bedroom.We had designed our house so the guestroom had maximum privacy. It was built on the opposite side of the house from the master bedroom suite and came with a beautifully. But people applauded, and that was what mattered.And then we were done and it was Brandon and Meredith and Derek's turn.I don't normally pay attention to the doings of the choristers. It's boring, you know? Especially when you're depressed. I'm sure it sounds nice, but I have no idea what's going on, so they can do whatever they want. If you've never tried to listen to classical music casually, it's hard to do. You have to study it, as opposed to popular music, which is just right there for. "Press the video record button" I said, wondering if she would actually be willing to do it.She tilted her head up to face me, "You don't need a video of me". I replied back, "it's a video for you so you can replay it back because after today your going to miss this"."Look back down at the phone and press the record button" I repeated.She looked back around the room to see if anyone was watching her before pulling her hair back behind her ear and looking back down at the phone. I could see on.