Nic took this as open season to invite a few friends over. We were very liberal allowing her to have a drink in moderation at a young age, also lettin... her friends do the same when the visited.As the afternoon wore on into the evening and more alcohol was consumed I found myself cornered by one of Nic's quite inebriated friends as I was leaving the bathroom. Now Deb was pretty girl, not by any means the prettiest of Nic's group but she was attractive with shoulder length dark hair, a little on. Sweet and tangy in some ways, but short lived, much like gum in another way, but becoming more recognizable, a more familiar taste: One that I recognized as Garret. My tongue played with him, wrestling with the massiveness that filled my mouth. Slithering up the length, around it, twisting to maneuver its way to the tip and back down along the ridges. How many licks does it take? More than three, but less than three minutes. Even in my mouth, I could pick up the cues. Withdrawing to a shallower. Robin opened several buttons on her shirt. Hugs all around. I was limiting my touching to backs. I think this annoyed several of the girls who were hoping to at least have their breasts fondled. More clowning around including a second round of neck bites. The jokes were becoming cruder and the clowning around was taking on a more sexual flavor. I noticed that Joyce was not telling any crude jokes and was not laughing at them either. She was staying at a higher level. As was Yvonne. I went and. She spun around and stared at him open-mouthed. "Our marriage commitment just meant different things to each of us. I believe you loved me as much as you could. It's just that your career and your, uh, needs are ahead of everything else for you."Her jaw dropped open at the boldness and the sting of his words. The Roland she thought she knew would never have said anything like that. "Is... is that really what you think of me?" she asked with an unavoidable quaver."Lee, I should not have said.