You can remember clearly seeing me pour it, just after I pulled the cork from the bottle. You can see it in your mind. You take a drink, just a small ...ne, and you cough because you aren't used to it. Then you sip again. Just a small sip, because you don't know how the alcohol might affect you. And that's a good thing, because as you continue to sip from that one and only glass of wine, you started feeling funny, didn't you." Yes. Dee told me I was drunk. I felt dizzy, and I couldn't seem to. The people and locations are dreamed up out of air and do not exist.Could this happen, maybe but if so would love to see a non-fiction account of this. If so it would be even better if there was a real video of it happening ending with some baby bulge shots.Now on to the story.When we last saw them Dean and Morgan had gotten their wives, Linda and Nancy, to indulge them and make an interracial fantasy into reality. Of course that also meant both women, even they didn’t know it at first,. We went to the Railroad Bed and Breakfast. It sported the piano bar with the mom and daughter act. The mom was probably fifty and the daughter was my age. "You have got to be kidding, I love piano bars but I haven't been in one in ages." Wilson said."After a couple of drinks, he was singing along quietly. The daughter noticed and demanded that Wilson Join them at the piano. He sat on the piano stool beside the daughter and sang duets with her. They weren't perfect because they had never sang. A welcome gush of warm air rushed up a carpeted stairway; her body tingled in anticipation of another amazing chapter of life with George.She began descending the stairs as the ground which was now the ceiling began to close above her head. She smiled all the way down knowing George had cameras covering every angle; arriving at a door with a sign “Sex Shop Adults Only”. She entered finding fully stocked shelves with quite a few customers all browsing. After taking it all in she stopped at a.