Grabbing my cup and taking a swallow, I made a comment about the weather and it appearing as the storm had passed over us and was gone on to parts unk...own.With first cups emptied, I poured another coffee for everyone and indicated that we sons should take our second cups outside to the picnic table.I started the conversation. “What did you guys do to fuck things up last night?” I demanded.Ravi answered quickly. “I don’t know. We went downstairs and my mom and Janet were sitting on the couch.. So that she is on her knees just above your head, and you catch the occasional wafting whiff of her maiden scent...she is essentially squatting over just above your head... if she leans forward she can spit in your face.and thats what I have her do.I walk over to her...I am now standing... straddling your prone, pathetic body facing your wife, my cock a foot from her mouth... and I let a mouthful of spit go... on to your face as well...I want you to picture this... her spit and mine, warm fresh. As I turned the corner all I was greeted to was empty isle, so I backed up and when to the next one. Same emptiness. Little voice in my mind said ‘Missed, again.’ It almost took effort to get back to my shopping but I did. I did get hopeful as I peeked around the next few corners but nothing. I tryed to even listen for her heel taps but the musack was a bit too loud. I was startled a few minutes later when I swore I felt a hand brush my thigh. ‘oh, pardon me!’ I was looking into those beautiful. ‘Maybe next time you see me,’ I said, ‘you might invite me over for a glass.’‘Absolutely,’ he said, adding that he had a rare bottle of my favorite Barolo and would open that for me. ‘I’d break the social distancing rule in a heartbeat for that,’ I said.‘Well, when?’‘You tell me.’‘Tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Meet me at the beach where I saw you. It’s close to my home.’Close to mine, too! Like I said, too small of a town. But I told him I’d be there around five and he said, if everything was okay, he'd.