"What time you want me there?" I conceded. "Party starts at 9 p.m., condoms, wine, and beer provided. No hardliquor, Richard," he warned. "I want th...m to be buzzed, not blasted."He'd made the mistake of allowing hard liquor at one of his parties and itturned into a drunken brawl. He'd not do that again. "But, if you'd like,you could bring our favorite bubbly or one of those great whites we bothlove." He was talking about the California champagne we both loved and oneof several white wines. ? ?There was no love, passion only fucking,? she told them. Ronda got up and grabbed Chris?s hand, ?come with me? she told him. The walked upstairs to a large bedroom with a king size bed. ?I want you to make love to me like the first time you ever did with someone you really loved? she told him.The next hour and a half was heavenly bliss. Chris sat on the edge of the bed as Ronda straddled his lap. He held her gently as his hands lightly caressed the side of her face and down her arms. He. "I'm just glad that us ordinary girls can match it with the likes of Lindsay Lohan and Drew Barrymore." Oh please," I said as I gently eased her back into my chest and wrapped my arms around her so that I could play with her substantial breasts with one hand and her pleasantly plump tummy with other. "They come from a different world entirely, one that I have no wish to be a part of," and I told her of the not so veiled offers from both Lindsay Lohan and Drew Barrymore to try my luck in. The jacket was all wet now as he held it over her on the way out of the restaurant to keep her gorgeous hair dry. But now he’d run out of places to drive, and was straining to keep up his end of the conversation. So he went on up to the old cabin, and decided to confess his blunder. “Renae, I had this wonderful evening planned for us. We were going to go up to the old cabin I told you about and watch the stars. I even have a blanket in the back I had planned on us laying on and.