She did not look like someone embarking on a late night trip to do laundry. She recalled the days long ago when going to the laundry meant an opportun...ty to dress down and be a slob.She loaded up the car and headed out.At the office, he sat and looked at the phone for a few minutes as he contemplated their phone call. He had been disappointed that she had chosen this manner to try to get him to feel sorry for her, as though it was his problem that she was merely bored. Turning back to his work,. He's in the living room watching the game. See ya later, Tom," he added as he got in his car. The next few hours I chatted with Mr. Johnson as we watched the game. At around 7:00, I was beginning to wonder if Jarrod was going to show his head tonight. "Mr. Johnson, are you expecting Jarrod to come back tonight?" I asked. "I don't know, Tom. Jarrod's a good k**, I trust him," he stated. "Yeah, and he's a good friend," I added. "You're a good k**, too, Tom. I know your. One girlfriend of his had been wilder than the usual ones he hooked up with. She was a slut and was just adding him to her male harem. She was also an exhibitionist and bragged to him about the cocks she’d enjoyed since they’d last been together. He was brought into a couple of two-male threesomes and one gang bang with five guys. While those had been amazing experiences, it was just too much and he dropped her after a while, settling for girls who, while they might be dating others, didn’t. “I didn’t know you were such an slut. All that inside you.”I couldn’t pay attention to what she was saying, I just kept looking at her body. I start to stare at her chest, then face. “Now your checking me out, *laugh* oh you like my boobs.” As she started to unbutton her shirt I got more and more excited, than off it came. She walked up closer to me, grabbing one end of the shirt with both hands, then throws the shirt around my neck pulling me up to her face, she kissed me again. It wasn’t more.