I attended my ten-year high-school reunion recently, and it surprisingly turned out to be a night to remember.

I went directly from a friend’s wedding and did not have time to change out of my form-fitting cocktail dress. The dress clung to my upper body, showing off my firm 38D breasts.

After the wedding reception and then a night of drinking in the school gym with old classmates, some of us went to a bar for more of the same. From there, the party continued back at Keith’s house, the reunion’s coordinator. Here’s where the real fun began.

I started to talk and flirt with one of my classmates, Mark, who was also a lifelong neighbor and friend of my family. A few weeks earlier Mark had gotten me out of a jam at my brother’s wedding by pretending to be my boyfriend when one... Leer Más