Now, the guy sitting next to me is my husband and we’re going home to consummate a marriage and a million thoughts rush through my mind.“Wanna go ...ome, or wanna go get lunch?” he asked.“I think we could work up a good appetite for dinner.”“I’m just offering. Trying not to drool, you know...”“Myself. Bob ... you almost got me last night.”“I wondered, punkin,” he replied. “That bedtime kiss was awfully promising.”I never thought a drive home could drag on like this one, but finally we’re in the. " I thought to my self as I slowly opened the door. There sitting on the couch was my best friend Samantha, moaning softly with a hand down her skirt. "Whatcha doing there!" I yelled trying to startle her, but to no avail. "What I always seem to do when I'm not getting fucked," Sam said, continuing to play with herself. "You're such a slut, Sam!" I exclaimed sitting down on the couch next to her. "Not as big of one as you, slut," Sam moaned out while still playing with herself. "Ya, you're. Except the incessant pricking of her status in her mind, which now elicited from her mouth a sob as she firmly wrapped the fingers around the organ. As if by a magic unknown, it began to lengthen still further, becoming 7" before her awestruck gaze. Her hand began to slowly stroke it, feeling the steely hardness of the organ in her hand. Did she want to suck it ?, asked a voice in her ear. In a daze, she said "Yes!"The guard stared in awe as the fair fingers began to journey up and down his. Neither of us did go to work.I let her pace the way—one night she asks if I wanted to dress for Halloween in a couple of months for a party. I say okay reluctantly (hehe). During the next couple of months—she made me practice make-up, walking in 3.5 inch heels, dressing, and having a ball. She asked me what name I would like to be called... I said I always like Rita. She wanted to call me Darling. So we comprise I became Rita Darling Bosser. Since she was the boss and her last name Bosser, I.