I despised small talk. At my job in the University I talked about big issues; medieval literature, the effect of theatre on tumultuous twentieth centu...ry politics, the American novel. Chatting drivel about school fees and babysitters was as close to torture as I ever wanted to come.What made things far worse was that so many of the other wives seemed to find all this so easy. The more bimbo the woman, the better she seemed to blend into the conference. It was if they had been born to it; they. By the time they were in college though they had eschewed the harder drugs. Their drug of choice was alcohol with a little Grass or Mary Jane on occasion. Shortly before graduating college they even stopped smoking. Their alcohol consumption declined until they were what would be called moderate drinkers. Todd and Flower lived their philosophy of love and caring. When they made a friend they would do anything for them if necessary. They helped strangers whenever they could if they felt they. She went back to the apparently confused stud and whispered something in his ear. Both smiled at me and Deb returned. took my hand and told me to lay on the floor. I did and Deb sat on my chest, slid her knees under my armpits and pulled my head to her dripping pussy. I began to tongue her hole while spreading those long, furry lips with my hands. I felt another body on top of me. Debbie leaned over me and propped herself with her hands on the floor. She lifted her pussy for a moment and I felt. Reaching a strong hand down he pulled me up and smiled sheepishly at me. "We have to get to dinner before the show and we're running late. See you later," he waved after her as we walked to the car. I breathed in his scent when he leaned in to open my door. And I waved goodbye to my friend as we drove off."Nice car" I said. "Slide over hear next to me. We have a long ride to our destination. Get comfy," he added. I scooted across the bench seat and leaned into his side. He put his arm around me.