I sat back in the very warm tub and took a big swig of the wine. This certainly wasn’t how to enjoy the taste of the wine, but I was more interested...in the alcohol content. I took a washcloth and soaked it in the water. I then leaned back and placed the cloth over my eyes. The bath was very relaxing. The warmth of the water, the wine and the scent of the candles conspired to relax my body into a most pleasant state. My mind was another matter. As soon as I put the washcloth over my eyes, my. My spit had seemed to help, I could feel in amazement the head of my dick slowly entering him. We moaned at the same time, Fred had his eyes closed while mine were wide open, watching my cock slowly disappear inside him. I was fully in, Fred looked down at me, eyes now open, face flushed and slightly sweaty, and he slowly moved himself up....and gradually down, increasing in speed until I was fucking his tight arse on my bed. Fred loved it, he started whispering at me to "shag me faster". I. ” We talked a bit more as she let me down easy, then hung up.Well, crap! I went out to eat that night in celebration. I don’t remember much about what I had or how it tasted though. All I remember was all the plans I made for the next day and how they flip-flopped like a fresh-caught carp.It all came crystal clear as I lay there in bed. After cleaning up and dressing I drove into DeKalb with that check to get it deposited in the credit union. I was a little early so I had a light breakfast.. I'm just apsychic," Vernon told her. She smiled again. "Oh. Silly me. Of course I am." With that, she hummed and scurriedback to the desk. Wade and Vernon climbed to their feet and went throughthe oak doors into the long hallway leading to Mr. Fueller's office. "I feel sorry for 'Made to Order' women like her. Geneticallyperfect, but just as flawed upstairs as a robot. At least, old-fashionedborn in the womb women have some sense, if very little. No less thantheir male counterparts," Vernon.