“Why are we here?” she asked as she looked at the front of the building up and down. Cellar 222 was a small wine cellar that had a small reception...area but was more intimate than larger halls. The happy couple had attended many small wedding receptions and corporate events at the establishment.“Come on,” Fred extended his arm to his wife and they walked up the steps and into the venue. As they took two steps inside the couple was greeted with a loud cry of “Surprise!” as a huge “Good Luck Mrs.. ”“Why?” I asked.“Because I’m fucking jealous,” she hissed.“Oh come on. Don’t be that way. You know he loves you. He’ll always love you. Tonight he’ll probably try to sneak into your room and do the same thing to you.”“Will you try to do the same thing with Jennifer?”“Of course I will,” I said.“You don’t mind taking sloppy seconds?”“I don’t think of it that way,” I said.“Shit,” she said.“C’mere,” I said, reaching for her hand.She came to me and I kissed her. I didn’t press hard, I just kissed. Now, do you intend to stir that stew all day, or feed me?”Chuckling, Morales divided out their meal.A few minutes later, as Jasmine was finishing the food on her plate, Morales saw her eyes shift toward the big pot he had used to cook the stew in. “There is a second helping for all of us,” he said, reaching for her plate.“I’m going to get fat if I continue to eat like this.”“Bullshit, Woman,” he responded as he spooned more stew onto her plate and handed it back. “Not with the amount of energy. I was checking out a few girls n then my eyes glued on a girl she was brown in complexion with pointed birthday cap (conical) type boobs. I am fetish about brown girls.They are smooth skinned n i love to lick pussies. Lets come back to the story. She was standing there at the platform waiting for the train towards dilshad garden. I wanted t approach but the platform was crowded enough n non-conducive. I saw her few more times but again could not approach. Then one day i took up the opportunity.