Their work commitments gave them little free time, but Patrick had a free weekend coming up in three weeks, so he thought that he would see if there w...s any chance of them meeting."Hello gorgeous, I am going to be free for a weekend at the end of the month, any chance of us getting together?" asked Patrick."Hey baby, I would love to but a bit early to be certain. Do you mean you coming here or what?" replied Amala."I could do but I was thinking a couple of nights in a hotel together would be. And the immediate ripple effect of this particular action was that her tits bobbled and bounced and jiggled as she adjusted her body. It was... quite a thing to see.When she'd found a new comfort zone, Rochelle saw me still standing there. "Is something wrong?" she asked."No. I, um... was just trying to think of something I wanted to tell you. But I forgot." I see," she said, and darted her eyes downward for a moment, then back up again. I glanced down myself, and realized what she'd seen. My. . the wine cellar," Ryan stuttered and began to back out of the room."No problem," the woman said. "You can join us if you like." Uh... no thanks... uh... I have to get some wine."Ryan quickly exited and went across the hall and opened another door. He almost sighed in relief when he saw wooden stairs leading to the basement. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine. Her golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes contrasted Nate’s dark hair and green eyes. She was curvier than Ariana was, but it brought out a hidden sexiness. As they ate dinner, a comfortable camaraderie settled over the room. All three were talking and laughing. Ariana threw in some sexual innuendo here and there to get the mood started, causing Nate’s pants to begin tenting beneath the table. He had no idea what Ariana had planned. A few glasses of wine had everyone mellowing, allowing.