' He was on the verge of saying something else, but glanced at Agustín and checked himself. 'Will you excuse me now, please? I must think about her r...placement.' Fuck that.'Señor Martínez, she was who she was. You will find someone to perform her duties, but replacing her will not be possible.' My voice was harsher than I'd intended and he bowed his head.'I know.' Agustín rose and I looked at Martínez, but he didn't seem to want to say goodbye.The bar was half-full, hostesses circulating. I gather some of it with my fingers and press them to Stefan’s anus, pulling his knee up to my chest for better access. Two slick fingertips slither into him and he lets out a little sigh. I can only snatch up the odd detail here and there through the alcohol-induced fog, but each one is vivid. The way his breathing changes when I begin to move my fingers in and out of him; the way the hairs on his shin feel against my torso; the warm, bitter taste of beer on his lips and tongue. I’m relishing. It really comes down to one’s presentation and enthusiasm. His wife, Cindi, was a good woman. With a weight loss plan and some weekly exercise, she got thin, fit and feeling pretty good about herself. She really became the most beautiful mother of 3 you could ever have laid eyes on. Dave was feeling guilty for some of the things he had done and he hoped to live a better life. He got the family going to a small church in town. That church had an addiction program the covered everything from. I put on a pair of black casual Lululemon Kung Fu pants with lots of room in the front for my cock, but still a bit dressy looking. On top I put on a nice black Kimono style top with a ribbon tie waist belt that was loose and comfortable. I slipped some soft Mocassin sheepskin slippers on my feet. I went downstairs and got out some nice crisp chardonnay in a glass and waited for the girls to pick the movie. I was hoping that Lisa sleeping over was not going to cramp Angela’s style and that.