“Wine?”“Please.”She filled our glasses, and the server popped up to tell us the evening’s specials.“So she’s been flashing that horrible...picture around again?” Rachel asked.“We were discussing bras,” Kat said.“We were considering your wardrobe malfunction, Kit. It isn’t a horrible picture. It is quite tasteful, other than you sticking your tongue out,” I said sagely.“I am not sticking my tongue out,” she said pulling out her phone.I just shrugged my shoulders and drank my wine and waited.“OK,. I have never ever forgotten that day and have thought of him in many different fantasies since then. He was the first man to give me a wet pussy and the man I thought about the first time I masterbated (later that day) and had my first orgasm. Every time I would see him through the years I would remember seeing him change and it always made me excited and wet. I keep seeing his dick and could not get it out of my mind. I am now in my 40s and he is in his 50s. Over the last few years, we have. “Would you care for some wine?” Rajeev asked.“Sure.” I said.He handed me the glass and I sipped from it nervously.“What about a toast?” Deepak asked.“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I replied.“Here’s to making new friends.” Deepak said.We all clinked our glasses and drank. I couldn’t believe I was sitting in between two unbelievably attractive men dressed. I loved every minute of it because they made me feel like a sexy woman. Deepak casually put his hand on my knee sending an electric shock up my. "They say there was a shooting last night between the British soldiersand some black marketeers when they tried to arrest them. Some escapedand they generally being more careful. They're checking people."I was suddenly aware that some soldiers had appeared on the streetsleading to the square and that the civilians were being formed intolines and checked before being allowed to move on. "Damnedinconvenience! I wish they'd hurry up." I grumbled to Ulrike but joinedher in the line. Her papers were.