I had a holiday party with all the big wigs at work and amongst the drinks and other party favors, I got the sudden urge to call her up. I texted her ...sking if she was available without knowing if it was still her number and was delighted when she replied to my text saying yes. I made up a bullshit excuse at the party and ran out like a bat out of hell. I texted her asking where she was and smiled when she told me same place as always. In my heart I’d hoped she’d remembered me but figured she’d. . . . Bye, I'll be home with Cleo in 25/30 minutes. Closed my stuff, realized that I will be coming in tomorrow. Stopped a sec on the boy's room so I could fuck Cleo with a but plug that would keep her excited for Anthony. As I was driving home, a lot of recent memories came vividly for me to think of how much my wife and I had progressed in our sex life with Cleopatra, Anthony, her pussy, and my cock. What began a long time ago with me exploring my sexual satisfaction exciting my prostate and. ?Yay! Alright, my mom is waiting outside, she said she would drive you home with us,? Brooke said, dragging Gwen along. ?Uh, okay?.? Gwen said, just going along, slowly dazing off. ?Don’t fall asleep yet, silly! We’re gonna have such a fun night!? Brooke told her as they hopped in her mini van. ?I’ll try my best,? Gwen whispered as she fell asleep on the ride there.--- ?We’re here!? Brooke said as she shook Gwen awake. ?Huh?? Oh, cool,? Gwen mumbled as she sat. Roxy was a head turner. She was also married five times and a heartbreaker. I had always admired Roxy from afar, but didn’t want to ever broach anything as personal as her love life.I invited Roxy to lunch one day and told her about our little poker playing club. I told her about our conversation and the stories the guys seemed to relish telling. Roxy reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. She had always been that type of friend, one I could confide in and one that could read a.