”“Last night with Barb?”“No. Long ago. Both times with a girl I knew in high school.”“So, what makes ‘em so special.”“I’ve tried l...ts of brands. These are expensive, but they're the closest thing to using nothing at all – for both of us. Go ahead, open them. I bought them for you.”She took off the cellophane wrapper and opened the box. Out came three little blue capsules.“Can I show you something else?”She nodded. I got the box of Emko from Barb's night table. When I returned, I opened the box. I put my hands on the front of her dress and slowly ran them down from her breasts to her stockings. She pushed her ass into my crotch as I did this and I ran my hands up her thighs feeling the tops of her black lace stocking tops. I could feel the tops of her garters and I whispered into her ear that I was wearing a garter belt too. She asked me if I wanted to see the rest of it and I said that I did. "Well, you better undress me Molly". I unzipped her dress and she let it fall to the floor.. .." as a husky whisper leaves my throat.The word invites the lips to continue. They travel up behind my ear and I melt inside. Then they are upon my own, soft, tender and warm. I almost smack my lips in an automatic reaction to the kiss. But this is different. The lips do not leave mine. They linger and I hunger for them to linger. They tease mine and I find myself being taught how to kiss. The soft lips gently tug at my own. They slide around and then press warm and full. I feel the mouth is. ‘Muchas, querida, nuestro hogar sonará con el sonido de niños,’ he replies. She whispers her pleasure and brushes her hand through his hair, dark as this night. They step off in the street toward the river. The night’s lights are reflected in her dancing eyes as his hand slips down to rest on the soft curve of her hip. She calls out to the children lost in the rivers edge. His laughter drifts towards her through the dark. He tells her of his plans and of his love for her. Contented, she sighs.