Marcus had no trouble removing the cork. He even made an excuse forRobin, but phrased it to make clear he was covering for the otherman's ineptitude.... When Robin reached for the bottle, with a hint ofimpatience, Marcus pulled it back.The Black man said good-naturedly, "We have to let it breath, ofcourse."Robin saw his own error and agreed, trying to sound like he had knownthat all along. Now that there was more wine available, he pouredhimself just a little from the bottle Marcus had provided. "You're kidding... you kept my number handy?"As she reels off every phone number I've had in the last twelve years I realize that she's here, she feels the same way I do, this is going to happen, it's real, I'm not dreaming as I have so many times before."I had to stay away... from you, from everything. Please forgive me; it was the only way I could bear not being with you."Besides," I continue, "it was no great loss to either the family or me. I never really belonged there anyway... Ray was. And much like a bloodhound, I am now sure I can track her by scent should the need arise.I wet two fingers (force of habit) and glided them in her. “Ahhh,” she let out a moan. With a practiced motion to-and-from a familiar spot, my fingers slipped in and out of her very beautiful, now reddish, vulva. There was no thinking; my concentration was unbreakable as my hand brandished their skill in their highest purpose. They dove deep, pushing up against her walls, carrying the momentum into a gentle. His hands went from my waist too my breast rubbing them thru the thin fabric of my tank top. Kissing me again in my neck but this time with more passion one hand dug its way into my thong. When he hit my penis he recoiled some because he was expecting a pussy not a dick but when he came over his initial shock he began rubbing my dick very gentle. I turned around his hand that was on my breast was on my back and the one on my cock was on my ass. Kissing him on the lips his tong entered my mouth.