We kissed for a minute or so before I picked up my drink and walked away. He certainly wasn't expecting that, but he wanted it. Matt quickly looked to...my brother for approval -which he got- and he was quickly after me. Before I knew it, I'd been pushed up against a wall and greeted by those all too familiar blue eyes.Our bodies moved and our tongues fought, his hand resting between my neck and face. When he broke off, he stared into my deep brown eyes and he cracked a soft smile. ''What took. I thanked that black guy for fucking my sweet wife and we made our way back to the bar area to have another glass of red wine as Ana rested her sore used sweet pussy.Later another black stud approached and Ana told me she was ready for her next round fucking of the night. This time, the new black lover led her to the third floor. By the time I got there after finishing my glass of wine, the door was locked. Once again, I stood outside as Anita had her pussy taken and used by a black bull. But I. I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a second, sizeable glass of the burgundy colored nectar that I hoped would relax me enough to get some sleep. I climbed on the bed next to Bryan and sipped my wine. "Brenda, can I taste that?" Bryan asked. Bryan always referred to me by my first name rather than 'mom'. I handed him the glass and watched with interest. He sipped the merlot, and nodded appreciatively. I then asked, "would you like a glass?" He nodded. I saw no harm, so I poured him. She’d gone skiing alone the first day and met up with some locals. Once they figured out she could actually ski, they took her to some of their favorite stashes. It was then, sitting on the chair laughing with a bunch of smiling, easy-going twenty somethings that she realized she was going to have an affair. The feeling, now familiar, intensified. Sitting on the chair, she became excited and the feeling of weightlessness.That afternoon, Heather had every intension of doing precisely what she’d.