’ as he pulls a bottle out of an ice bucket that she didn’t see. He pours a glass for her. She takes it, and sips easily. It goes down like silk. ...t has a wonderful effervescence that she can’t get enough of. ‘MMMM, this is wonderful. Dinner smells delicious. What is it?’ she says wistfully. ‘Chicken with alfredo noodles, steamed vegetables, and garlic toast.’ he answers. ‘Splendid!’ He leaves her to alone in the den. She sips her wine and contemplates the future of the evening. Her body. "He better not wet my bed, that's all I'mgonna say!" Julie announced before leaving the room. I quietly returnedto Julie's room. This could be bad I thought nervously.After dinner, I went upstairs to check out the loft. It was nicer thanbefore when I used to sleep up there. It had been converted from alarge open space to a bedroom with a separate bath and closet. Newwallpaper and carpet had also been installed. A nice size computer deskwas now positioned in the corner and the computer even had. "20 minutes later:"Well, that was close:70 to 45. Women run the show. You got to vote, you can complain. If it doesn't work we'll know." Second bone of contention: Winter Quarters."It's not going to get cold enough to snow here for about ten thousand years, like that will matter to me. Archaeology done in our old hometime tells us that this area is semi-tropical humid to semi-tropical dry with a rotation that lasts anywhere from a couple hundred years to one thousand years."This river does not. After a few minutes I stepped into the booth next door, found a great movie with a big boobed woman (just like my wife) who was busy taking turns deep-throating big black cocks. (Another fantasy for wife to fulfill someday.) I was getting horny and ready for the roll playing to start. I made some noise to let my wife know I was there. The plan was for her to give the "fingers-through-the-hole" signal that she wanted to suck my cock. No fingers. It suddenly dawned on me how loud it actually was..