Holding her face between my hands, I kissed her again. My tongue probing deeper, meeting her own and swirling together. Again I broke contact slightly...to look at her mouth, then kissed the corners, each time breaking off to look for a spot for the next kiss.I could taste the dark red lipstick and my nose was filled with her scent. My head was swirling from the wine but this woman's mouth was the true source of my drunkenness. I could have spent the rest of the evening just sitting there kissing. I met my young ravisher several times after, whom I now passionately loved and who, though not of age to claim a small but independent fortune, would have married me; but as the accident that prevented it, and its consequences, which threw me on the public, contain matters too moving and serious to introduce at present, I cut short here.”Louisa, the brunette whom I mentioned at first, now took her turn to treat the company with her history. I have already hinted to you the graces of her person,. We were about 20 years old or so. My wife is white and I an Asian so some times when we are out people are not aware we are a couple. While at the party I was talking to some new friends I met and one guy told me he thought that blonde was hot. I looked and he was referring to my girlfriend. I told him that she was my girlfriend and she came with me. He got embarrassed and apologized. I told him not to worth about it and I told him she is pretty cute. We talked for a while and after a few more. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. ‘For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I.