”“Darling, we’re not talking about shoes here. Why don’t I get you another cocktail? Waiter!”Jack and Gary plotted world domination. It didn...��t look like they’d be leaving the restaurant any time soon, even though the meal was over and the bill had been paid. But Carol had a cunning plan. At least her Chardonnay-soaked brain told her it was cunning.“Honey,” she slurred. “I’m going out to get some air. I’ll meet you back at the car.” If she left, Jack would be sure to follow soon, and she could. We experimented with different positions, and she was not a virgin in the anal department. Joy had sex toys for the times I wasn’t around.Joy retired a year ago from nursing and I still had my small business with just me and my “right hand” woman, Esther. Most of the time Esther ran the business as I was now looking at it as a “part time” hobby, mostly to allow Joy personal time to her self and her hobbies without me being under foot.Several of my friends had already retired at young ages, so. ” Linda said softly. She took her hand out from under Kara’s skirt - I noted that her fingers were glistening - and gripped our daughter’s hair at the nape of her neck. She twisted Kara’s head around to face her and proceeded to ... kissing her was not exactly the right word. It actually reminded me of the times I had plundered the mouthes of unsuspecting women while I was outside of time. Linda was laying claim to our daughter. She broke the kiss and looked into Kara’s wide-eyed gaze -. Angelina nonchalantly walked up to the worn antique chair not far from the dresser that faced the plantation view. Her high heels echoed within the stonewall bedroom. She spent the morning sitting there, staring in the distance, hot and annoyed at her inability to leave the grounds - much less the country - as she sweat boredom off her lean body. When Carlos walked out on her at the party the night before, she was sure to never see him again. Bastards those Cuban men are. It’s part of that.