"It was sour. Not burnt. He thought witches were all about chemistry,boiling cauldrons, and so on, so how could she get coffee wrong?"Just like you li...e it?" she asked sweetly, as only a good, obedient,loving wife could.He concealed a wince and drank. "Yes. Perfect."She stared at him adoringly."And you," he ventured cautiously, "you're not angry?"She withdrew a bit. "I was, but then I started thinking about it and Irealized that you'd given me a choice. My friends or our love. I mean,"she. He proceeded to spill the whole thing, and once he had told me the whole background of his problem he seemed relieved to have the weight of it off of his shoulders. "Let's go inside to talk to Jess about this, it concerns her after all and we can all see together if we can figure something out," I said.I led Josh inside with me and Jess greeted us warmly, giving each of us a big hug. Not knowing we were having company, she was wearing a tank top and comfy pair of shorts. Jess seemed surprised. As she looked up, she caught his eye.They looked at each other for a few seconds and then James leaned in. Their lips touched and slowly their tongues met. The kiss started off gently, but then became more passionate.Teresa thought to herself, “This feels good”.James put his hand on Teresa's bare leg and it was so smooth and soft. He slowly moved his hand up to her thigh and Teresa could feel herself getting turned on.She caressed his leg and moved her own hand up. She could tell by his bulge. My sister who was only two years younger than me went to her room to IM her pals on the Internet, but mom stayed down in the den with me watching TV. There was some sort of show about housewives, a reality program that chronicled the desperate conditions they dealt with, like the series on Sunday evenings, but with less plot and no humor. One of the ladies bitched about how she was a golf widow and couldn't remember the last time her spouse had bedded her. Mom nodded her head and said,.