I’d lost track of Roxy for a bit. Not that I always keep track of her at parties because I’m often too busy visiting myself. When she came up to me and clutched my arm and put her head on my shoulder so she could talk privately, I knew something was up. “I’m glad I wore a skirt. That sure made it easier to get fucked.”

That got my attention! I quickly responded, “What the hell do you mean? Right here? You sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”

She squeezed my arm, “I’ve never been so drunk I didn’t know when a cock was moving and squirting in me. Come on, I’ll show you exactly where and how it happened.” Of course I followed her and we went into one of the bedrooms then into a walk-in closet. My cock was swelling at the crazy thought of this thing she was saying.