Reese sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her. I sat. She said, “Hold me. I need your love.”“What’s wrong, Baby?”“I was a Super Sl...t tonight. I fucked eight men I didn’t know before.” Her voice sounded on edge, almost as though she would cry.“And now you’re having regrets? Why not talk to your husband?”“He fucked three women and played around with a bunch more. He had a ball, so he’s biased. You’re objective.”I chuckled. “Reese, I fucked four women and played around too. We all did. It. I cup my breasts and lift them, as if I'm offering them to you. The nipples are taut, aureola crinkled and dark pink. The skin is alabaster pale, and a fine tracery of bluish veins shows beneath. I enjoy the look of my body, the soft belly, triangle of sparse tangled hair framed by my thighs.Into the shower! I run the water as hot as is comfortable, soaping up, enjoying the sensation of my hands on smooth clean skin. Enjoying even more the anticipation of your hands where mine are now. I'm so. Crimson ballet pumps with six-inch heels and ribbons that criss-crossed up my calves. Finally, a selection of diamanté body art tattoos to decorate my wondrously exposed décolletage, buttocks and pubis and I was the yummiest, scrummiest, glitteriest, concentrated party adult ever. And so I wiggled and wobbled on tippy-toes out of the house and round to Candy's clutching her beautifully packaged, 'it's a surprise', birthday present. But it was me who got the birthday surprise for who should. He told me how perfect I wasfor this, how beautiful and elegant, how feminine and lovely. Howexciting it would be for him to have me as his date, knowing that theprettiest girl at the party, the one every guy wished he could take homewas his and had a secret under her designer dress! He sent me roses andGodiva chocolates to persuade me to come. He complemented me and told mehow special I was. But I was just not sure and needed more persuading.Finally three weeks before the gala I get a box in.