Instead, they were doing a special dinner of sorts at home. The weather was on the cool side; January in Sarasota was not always the warmest month.The...dinner for the party was the doings of Cricket, Alice, Nikky, and Scarlett. Besides Dave and the other wives, Bridget was there along with JR, Larry Wainwright, Jenny Harvest, Deborah McKinley, and Ross Buchman.The dinner was formal, or about as formal as things got in Sarasota. Dave went and put on his tuxedo. The other men were either in tuxes. It was all of a piece, he supposed. People who were looking for visitors didn't seclude themselves on remote islands in the middle of a vast ocean. It had been tough enough to even find the place; then he'd had to take three different aircraft of steadily diminishing size to even get near and finish his journey by chartering a boat for a two-day trip. The whole trip had been tedious, one he expected that few were willing to make, and he could scarcely hope for a welcome mat in front of the. "It seemed strange to Alan to think of himself and Mrs. Clarke, no make that Maureen, as equals. Yet, that was exactly what they were. He might have moved away after college and was teaching in another town, but they were both doing the same thing."Can I get you a drink," Alan asked, still thinking it strange to be asking her a question like that."It's tempting," she replied, "but I was actually on my way for a late dinner. I'd gotten involved in an interesting panel discussion and lost all. .stick your tongue out ...get ready to taste me”She pinched my nose close.Not wanting to risk suffocation I opened my mouth. “Keep it in there” The warm liquid was bland with a slightly sweet taste it filled my mouth as it poured out of her. “Get up here and clean me up.”I lapped the inside of her legs and more fervently her wet cunt, drinking her juices as the throes of her orgasm subsided.My hard cock throbbed when Anjelica reached for it, trembling at her.