I don't want to blame what happened next on the wine. That would be an excuse and I want no excuses. It may have loosened inhibitions but they were in...ibitions that wanted to be released. It turns out that Ava loves women. She loves men too but she really enjoys women. She wasn't sure if I would reciprocate.Ava started it. She had taken her finger and was running it around the rim of her wineglass, dipping it in slightly and flicking her tongue across her finger, tasting the wine. I couldn't. Flying home from France on a recent trip I noticed a rather haggard looking mum walking into the customs area with eight children all under age 10. Collecting their many suitcases, the nine of them entered the cramped customs area.A young customs official watched the large entourage in disbelief, “Ma’am,” he said, “do all these children and this luggage belong to you?”“Yes, sir,” the lady said with a sigh, “they’re all mine.”The customs agent began his interrogation “Ma’am, do you have any. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your pinkie--feel the little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me once--shoved the end of his finger in there while he was. ”Paul frowned. “Was the water better in the white fountain, and the white guys wanted to keep it for themselves?”Jim shook his head. “It was exactly the same water, from exactly the same pipes. The whites just didn’t want to mix with the blacks, wanted to keep them close enough to do the dirty jobs, but separate in every other way. Now, not all the whites felt like that of course. Your great-grandfather went to jail a few times fighting that sort of thing.”Paul Macon’s eyes grew wide. He’d.