It was a great thing for a young single guy like me. I'd meet some girl that I didn't really care that much about, take her to the party and let the c...hips fall where they may. Most of the time, I went home with someone completely different than I'd gone with.Naturally I'd given things like that up long before I met Mary Beth. Dancing in the round was not conducive to stable relationships. Anyway back to the party.The reporters, sensing a story were swarming around us like stink on shit. They. In this position, the smell of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was hypnotic. I felt her grab hold of my shaft, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my ball sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I didn't think I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the night, but I did.My sexed-up wife quickened her strokes on my cock, as she felt it. “Whatever fag, your balls are so blue they compose jazz soul.”“I’ll talk to you later.”“Love ya.”“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”River closed his phone, opened it, and called Hox.“Hey Riv! What’s up, sorry I keep bailin’ on you. My family is nuts.”“Don’t bother apologizing. If you hadn’t bailed on me, I would have bailed on you. I didn’t even realize I had this many relatives. What are you doing Thursday night?”“New years? My moms wanted me to hang out with them and watch the fireworks at the. I was about to fall asleep when my telephone rang. I took a deep breath to steady myself a little and answered. “Hello,”“Hi Mark, It’s me, Pam.”“Hey Sis, I suppose you heard?”“Yeah, she called me earlier. She wanted us to go out and celebrate…”“Damn, she’s cold!”“You got that right Markie. Anyway, do you think you could stand some company?”“I’m not sure, I’m pretty messed up. I wouldn’t be very good company…”“Hey…hey, let me come over, I guarantee to raise a smile or two. I’ll bring lots of.