When she heard me move around by the door, she called out and told me to finish the job! I was drunk and stupid, so I walked in without a word to get ... closer look at her pussy. When I got closer, I saw that she was blindfolded. She had no clue it was me standing behind her.She sounded a bit pissed off when she said she had waited long enough now. She said: -Either fuck me or release me from the ties.Oh, that was only one option that I thought would be good. So I got closer and touched her ass.. "Mom's advice is pretty good," I chuckled.Shyly she asked, "What's it like to make love?" I guess it's different depending on the person you're with," I said."Different how?" she asked."A man is very different from a woman," I laughed, "or didn't you pay attention in Biology class?" I know that part, but I don't know what I want," she said."Who you're with is more important than what you do, honey. How you feel when you're with them, how you care for each other, things like that," I said."I. It was snowing and blowing when we left.’ Angie said. The girls got the salad together and we sat down and had a great meal, good conversation, and great wine. Sharon came up with a second bottle of wine as we watched the sunset. She got louder and funnier as the wine disappeared. We told jokes, ribald and otherwise, and laughed until tears ran down our cheeks. Angie was quieter, but always right in the middle with a funny comment. I have always been an early riser, not being able to sleep late. Only a stern tone, before talking to me about it in his gentleness that made everything okay. "Let's go make dinner," he said to me, as he slid out from underneath me. "Okay," I replied, getting to my feet and following him to the kitchen. "I figured we'd make spaghetti and meatballs, I know it's your favorite." "Yup, you know well," I said with a smile. "Where are the pans?" And we cooked together. So well, with flow, not any bickering, except about adding peppers, I hate them, but he loves.