But upon being pressed, Rachel agreed that a nice wine wouldn't be out of place. Morry was barbecuing, and red was the appropriate colour. I suggested...that we should choose a couple of appropriate bottles from my cellar, but Stacie insisted that we make a special trip to the Vintages wine store. She insisted that she wouldn't feel right unless she'd made a special effort. I gave in, and we went to the store. The supper invitation had included Charlotte as well, so Stacie insisted that she join. She put the latex into a plastic zip-lock bag, closing it tightly while Wolfgang recovered the shell casings with muttered curses. A lot of old brass lay scattered on the ground and he was tempted to let it go, but the habit was a good one and not worth breaking.An hour later they were driving out of the largely barren hills which were being reforested only slowly. Wolfgang turned onto a paved road heading south and they could see the peak of Feldberg rising some 1500 meters into the low. I wasn’t complaining, but the spontaneity of it bothered me. It wasn’t planned and that began to eat at me.***Tony stirs and his hands trace their way through my hair. “Good morning sunshine.”I move my head so that I can look into his eyes – the gateway to the soul they say.He greets me with a tender kiss.“Good morning to YOU” I reply, as I move my lips to his and give him a deep passionate kiss. Needless to say, the passion of the night before was resurfacing and I feel his cock stirring in. And Heather wear something like that, then I’ll do it. Otherwise, nope.”“Awww. But you look so delectable in those.”“You just want something there to get all those eyes off your boobs.”Rhee just smiled and shrugged her shoulders at me. We dressed and headed out. The next-door neighbor to our house’s right waved at us.“Hi, Beth. Hi, Rhee. Who’s your friend?”“Hi Mr. Jacobsen. This is Heather Wilkerson. Heather, I’d like to introduce Mr. Jacobsen. Heather is our soccer team’s newest.