The cellar. We walked passed the red wine , the white wine, and were standing in front of a floor to ceiling stack of whisky. Bourbons, single malt, b...ends, most were very old dust had settled on some bottles. She grabbed a very old bottle of single malt whiskey, opened the bottle and took a swig. Looked at me, I nodded, and I took a swig. She talked about her relationship, how they met, marriage, quitting her career, c***dren, playing the supportive partner, empty nest, nothing to do, finding. “You don’t walk into someone’s home and start rooting through their fridge, do you?”“Hannah does.” Laurie taunted and slapped her friend’s shoulder. “Did you see the beds, Reg?”“Yeah, I don’t see why you’d need a second one.” He shrugged. Laurie sat down to join him at the corner.“Zoë, come sit next to me.” He patted my stool.“That’s Dean’s seat.” Pat shot down Reggie.“Oh, I figured he’d pick somewhere he could watch you shower.” Reggie laughed, “C’mon brother. Let’s catch up.”I didn’t like. Sarah felt the sensations shatter through any hope she had of containing her orgasm. Almost two hours of expert sexual techniques, beyond anything she had ever learned as an escort, had brought her to a state of arousal far beyond what she had previously thought possible. She was hurled over the edge and the orgasm took her like a hurricane. Pleasure exploded in her body, not so much from her loins, but from everywhere. An all-encompassing orgasm seized her from the tips of her breasts to the. I even picked up some hot dresses for my wife. She was continuously poking on my choice saying “ so you wanna set Anamika on fire once you go back” . Last we had lunch and by late noon we were back expecting the children. I was surprised that this time she was talking on how hot couple we are or how and how & where do I have sex with my wife. Even that how energized my wife was in having sex and these sort of talks.But best was yet to come. Once home, my niece told us she is going to her.