“Comin’ tomorrow?” he said.“Yeah,” said Travis. “See ya. Bye.”The next day was Sunday. Travis’ mom followed certain traditions, one of...those being the big meal of the day was after church whether they attended church or not. This day she fried up a platter of chicken, made a bowl of potato salad and a pitcher of sweet tea to go with the chocolate cake she’d baked the night before.When she announced that dinner was on the table, Beatrice said she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want anything to. "How about the house wine," I answered, figuring it would be the cheapest."Very good," Paulo said and left.When he returned a few minutes later he had what I realized was a very expensive bottle of wine. I looked at Maria and frowned. Paulo saw it and whispered "On the house." My face brightened.I asked when Paulo had left again, "Is Paulo your boyfriend?" No, just a good friend."I sighed in some relief. I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"Suddenly, Maria looked shy. "Yes," she whispered.I. " She smiled with a slight tightening of the lips. "But no weird shit, okay?" She took a step back from his counter, her gaze defiant. "No hitting or cutting."He smiled ruefully."Got'cha. No weird shit. Just you, me, and my dick in your twat. Okay." What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?"Good" She nibbled on her lip then her lips bowed into a dazzling smile of searing brilliance. He was knocked flat. His heart pounded and his palms dampened in sympathetic anger -- and lust. His dick. Those were the things that drove him damned near mad!A man didn't forget what female beauty was like in three years, especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he'd been. Christ, if he'd ever known that this affliction had been headed his way he would have stocked in a mental library of female pulchritude! To look at a beautiful face again, heavy young breasts, the rounded curves of touchable hips and buttocks, a well-turned calf and trim ankles... God, what he wouldn't give! He shook his head in.