We’re supposed to go home Sunday. I should be pregnant by Max by then! She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, “Please forgive me! I ...o love you, but I want to have a black baby and Max is going to be the daddy!” With that comment, they all left out the door, my naked bride with them. The waitress brought me another drink with out me even asking. “Here, you need this. You should calm your nerves and just go back to your cabin and get a good night’s sleep. There’s nothing you can do. She agreed to bring her fiancée to dine with us a few days hence, and after a sumptuous meal, I would invite them to our rooms for dessert. Needless to say, it was our intention that we would be the dessert!I should explain that while the thought did cross my mind, it was not our intention to swap our partners. AnneMarie would love her Harry, and not my James, and likewise, I was to have my love and not hers. No, the intention was to allow our loves a closer view of another’s love play, one. “Did you still think of me, Doug?” “Yes, I do.” Winking she whispered, “Are you still attracted to me?” One hour later, we sat on my hotel bed as she once again removed her top and dropped her bra. The years had been kind to her. Her nipples were perky. The areolas were large and her breasts fuller due to childbirth. When we kissed, her erect nipples pressed into my chest and my hard cock strained in my pants. Our bodies were coupled together in a passionate tumble. For the first time, we. But the more he watched her, the more different she was compared to his love. She was fiery, courageous, brave and headstrong. There was sadness in her too; she had suffered a great loss. And there was something else about her he couldn’t quite identify. She was… different than other humans. There was magic in her veins. She had power, and she didn’t even realise it. It had been a whole week since he had been with her at the bar and grill. Of course, it was a whole week for her, he had returned.