<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Party!</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/><br/>After she took a swig, her eyes roamed the party. Delicious young men practically swarmed the place. Her marriage was almost completely sexless, so her desire ramped up even more than it probably should. Many thought that because she was married, and a little bit older, that her sex drive would damper. Most who were married had theirs slowed. Not Yvonne though. No; her job made her sex drive peek instead. Licking her lips, her eyes caught a new young man starring almost blantly at her. She couldn't help but smirk and jokingly wave at him, her breasts jiggled slightly as she did so.<br/><br/>When did they get so many new people? Usually she was all over who was coming or going, yet some how these new people were in the neighborhood. That thought came to a halt as a young man seemed to have notice her and almost dropped the solo cup she was sure was filled with some alcohol. She watched him amused; her eyes almost danced as she watched him. "I'm sure...is that why it says 2017 on it?" She chuckled and shook her head; "don't worry. I won't turn you in. I did much worse when I was your age, so drink. I might be the HOA's president's wife," a title she disliked already, "but don't worry. I'm not a stiff like my husband;" she chuckled again.<br/><br/>I wish he was more stiff; she couldn't help but think naughtily.