I’m feeling her warm breath on my face. I’m inhaling, slowly, savouring her breath. Breathing her breath. A hint of mint. I’m trying to compose ...yself. I’m opening my eyes. She’s moved her head back a little. Every little movement of her body! I’m feeling it on my dick. Her butt cheeks, her pussy are massaging my dick. Squeezing my dick. I’m so horny! So hard! “This one’s not bad.” I’m stammering.She’s popping another lozenge. What about this one? Again she’s moving her lips closer to my lips.. The group soon retired back to the warmth and comfort of the cabin, much to the joy of Annie. A wonderful dinner was prepared by the group, consisting of filet mignons, roast baby potatoes and asparagus spears. Afterwards, someone suggested playing poker, and a bottle of Jose Cuervo was brought out along with the usual accoutrements consisting of cut lime and a salt shaker.“Ah, my Latin lover Jose,” Annie joked, smiling up at Jeff, “I hope you don’t mind sharing me.”“I just may have to think. Sunday mornings were always the same back then. Stella, my wife, was out early playing golf with her little foursome. My foursome plays Saturday mornings. At one time we all played on the same day but some years back the girls decided that Saturday was better spent shopping. So they changed their day to Sundays.I kinda staggered out of bed around nine. It was a good one that I'd hung on the previous evening. But I was certainly feeling it that morning. How the hell Stella had managed to get up. "Yeah, I guess I was laying it on a bit thick, huh? Sorry. I just wanted you to feel welcome and, well, you're only the second person besides my mother that has seen the inside of my place."Kate's astonishment at Anna's admission circumvented her natural filter, blurting out, "Why?"Anna let out a sigh as she pointedly glanced at Alex sitting by the doorway watching them handle the food. Kate followed the glance and then blushed as she faced Anna again."Oh, yeah, okay. Sorry, I completely spaced.