All the wine I drink comes from supermarkets, and has screw tops. Have you got the glasses?" Eve delved into the hamper and came up with two large gob...ets. She held them out and I poured. We raised our glasses. Eve looked curiously at me."No toast?" Well funnily enough, Shakespeare didn't cover the topic of drinking too well, so how about? To music and the company of good friends." That sounds right." Eve agreed with me and we drank."Nice wine." I commented."Thank you. I chose it myself. Not. "No problem, brotherhood of the bar nuts," I said.He chuckled. "Beer," he called out to the bartender. He was a regular. There was no need to specify any further.The lead-in to the six o'clock news mentioned a story about Kim Basinger."If only I wasn't married," he said. "She was just in Nine 1/2 Weeks. I damn near melted." I prefer Michele Pfeiffer." I'd take her as a second choice," he said."I'm single, but somehow I don't think my chances are very good." Women," he said."Yeah, but it. Its smooth, fleshy and huge. It was vexed & each of pore waere clearly visible. I was unable to control my temptation. I came behind to her back sat between spreaded thighs & rubbed finger there. As I touched her thigh she shook her ass in great agony.She bent on bed now. Sari was just on her ass. Thighs were nude. I kissed her ass belly over sari hold in her waist with my hand & replied….” Aunty tonight I want to suck & smell you. Please don’t stop to do that.” She was in agony, replied…..”. Rochelle climbed onto the bed with slow, cat-like movements, and continued to guide Christi with touches and nudges until they were both lengthwise on the bed with Rochelle up on her knees.Rochelle fell onto her hands and kissed her with hungry passion. Christi traced the lines of Rochelle's curves with her fingertips as they kissed, marveling still at the smoothness of the woman's skin.Rochelle moved to kiss Christi's neck, first on one side, and then the other. Christi trembled and moaned.