I breathed in her aroma, I savored the bouquet. I was in heaven, and I now wanted, no needed to taste her. Once again I had to get a taste of her nect...r. I had been denied my fix for the past week and now I wanted it, desired it, needed it. Oh, yes, I was addicted to my Angie and it was an addiction that I would never get over. One that I loved, one that I lived for. I lowered my head and kissed her nether lips. Luxuriating in the perfume and spice of her arousal. Licking and sucking up the. "My back went out, Dear. If I move, it hurts." Well, why do you look like that?" I assumed she meant sweaty and red-faced. She had stopped crying."I've been out here for a couple of hours. I think I might be getting heat stroke." Oh my God!" she sobbed, covering her face, and it seemed like she might start crying again."Angela, it'll be all right. Just stay calm." Just then I noticed for the first time that because of the way she had crouched next to my shoulder, her short, white tennis skirt. She walked up to me:"You like?" I love. Do we have time before the guests arrive?"She looked at her watch and said, "No, but I do plan on getting laid tonight."If I had been just a little smarter I might have seen it coming.The dinner party turned into a drunk fest and everyone seemed to have a great time. Jen seemed to spend quite a bit of time with a certain guy, but even though I noticed I didn't attach much significance to it. The party started breaking up around midnight and by one. “You were so loud and nasty.”“You know how I get when you take my ass,” she explained.“Yes, I do, and I love it. Now I want to give you instructions for tonight.”“Whatever you want, baby. You know I’ll do what you say.”“I want you to wear the same dress that you wore Wednesday night when Brad was there,” he told her. “Except this time I want you in lingerie. Put on those sexy white thigh-high stockings along with that white panty and bra outfit I bought you for your birthday.”“That sounds.