This was our anniversary. We went out to dinner. She was wearing a short dress with a low-cut top showing some cleavage. She had on a pink bra and pan...ies. I asked her to wear a garter belt with nylon stockings and semi-high heels. She is a mature woman and looked very hot for our anniversary date. While we were having dinner, she drank a lot of wine and began to get drunk. I asked her again to join me at the theater on our way home. She said, "What the hell, why not!" But she had conditions:. These late night sessions all ended the same way; and he'd set there, reclining back in the chair that sat in front of the desk on which his lap-top sat, feeling the afterglow of his orgasm slowly fading back to normal, and his breathing doing the same.He always felt better after these late-night sessions. He felt---lighter, somehow; less agitated; less frustrated; less...angry. It was very the****utic. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and. We find ourselves getting along very well, and she invites me home for a homecooked meal, I meet her two c***dren (Charles, 16, and Susie, 15). One thing leads to another, and without wasting too much time on digesting what was a very good meal, she takes me to bed.But all this is described in another story. This one is about Tascha's past. I know you've heard this before .. but this story is actually true, as she told it to me. Oh, she just told me the skeleton, the outline of the story. . I asked what the drink of the month was she said its a Vampire. Dawn and I asked at the same time “ what’s that”? Connie said it had rum, passion fruit juice, pineapple juice and came with fangs and a cherry. Dawn and I looked at each other, I told Connie bring us a couple.Well turns out they were purple because everyone knows purple is an official color of Halloween, and the fangs are those plastic that you bend and fit into your mouth. The drink tasted great, more like something you would.