"I remembered the camera had been recording Saturday night. "We're going to have another little movie, Janie, the video from last night. I haven't see... it yet so we'll find out together what did and didn't happen." I took my phone to access the camera recording, scrawled through until late when Janie and Jon came into the room. Without preamble, the video began showing them ripping each other's clothes off and Jon going down on Janie. The audio came to life when Janie screamed, "Oh God, fuck me. Next to my three wives and four (soon to be eight) kids, I have two other babies.I call the first of them "Candy"; she's a 1965 Corvette Roadster in fire-engine red with a white convertible top. Under the hood is a 350 fuel-injected small block and M21 close-ratio 4-speed manual transmission that's as smooth as silk. When I bought her, she was a little run down, but I rebuilt her from the ground up and added some modern amenities like satellite radio, GPS and seats with good lumbar support. The. The skirt was modest looking also, she put a short pair of hills on . I looked at her and asked , wait where is this party , you almost look like you are going to a PTA meeting, well all but the cleavage . She said her boss had asked her to come to a party he was having for some real close friends that he does business with. I asked what does he expect from you at this party? She said I'm suposed to just have fun and dance with them older gentelmen , let them feel me up if they want to, but. Few strokes later with a loud 'AAAHHHHHhh' we both came together. Then we slept in each other's arms.When I woke up in the morning I did not see Arti. She was gone and so were her clothes. For a minute I had doubts whether she had been with me last night at all or was it only a dream. One look at the telltale spots of our love making on the bed sheet, which bore witness to our union, convinced me that it was not a dream. I was still deep in my thoughts when Arti entered the room, 'Good morning'.