She accepted my invite and was over a few hours later. When she showed up she was wearing a skirt that come just below her ass cheeks and low cut top ...hat showed enough cleavage. When I first seen her for the night I though DAAAAAAM she looks good. But we were just friends. We started drinking wine and just talked. We both were having a great time. A few hours had passed and we finished our first bottle of wine, it felt like 10 minutes the time went by so fast. We opened up another bottle of. ' he replied with a sly smile.Emily looked at John, a small smile on her face. 'Come on John, feel my pussy.''Oh god, I think I am going to be sick.' John told her.'Charming.' Emily said with a slight tone of disgust.'Yeah.' Richard added. 'My wife has a beautiful pussy. Even after three k**s, it still has retained its beauty and tidiness.''Thanks darling.' Emily turned to her husband and gave him a kiss, 'Sometimes you say the sweetest things.''So come on then John, 'Amy's impatience was. " "Sure she slurred." So I asked him if he wanted the tip Jane was offering or did he want to wait for me to put it in an envelope with his name and leave it at reception tomorrow. "Oh i will take it now thank you mam."Jane lay back on the bed in truth she probably couldn't have stood. The young guy went over leaned over to kiss her. As soon as their lips touched Jane pulled him down. Her free hand was feeling the crouch of his pants before she plunged it down inside so that she could feel his. That night, I emailed Eric that he had given me much to be thankful for this Day After Thanksgiving, and how much I appreciate him, more than I can ever say. I put plenty of “I Love You’s” in that message, too. Eric’s lengthy reply also included several “I Love You’s” peppered throughout his message. He again spoke of steel-hard swords in velvety soft, gently yielding sheaths. I had to laugh at how he signed the end of his email message: “From Your Cyrano, The Love God.” I fell asleep smiling.