He didn't drink much. Rhonda said that some white winewould be good and thought it wonderful that Larry was not a heavydrinker. He was getting to look...better and better all the time.Larry poured two glasses of white wine in newly purchased wine glasseshanding one to Rhonda and keeping the other for himself. They toastedwith a simple "cheers". Rhonda followed Larry to the living room wherehe demonstrated his magnificent High Definition TV and Surround SoundSystem. Then he put on a new wave music. It made me shiver at how cold it actually was. I then ran it up and down the length of my pussy, just like I had down with my fingers. By now I was breathing heavier and I just wanted to be fucked, but I wanted to work to it. I did not just want to fuck myself and be done with it. I wanted to be able to make love to myself. When I just fucked myself the orgasm was fast and didn’t last long. When I made love to myself, it built up slowly and sometimes took me hours to fully recover. I wanted to. The sensation grew and she gasped in wonder and delight as pressure seemed to build inside her . It grew and grew until a huge bubble seemed to explode casting stars of wondrous delight through the universe that was her body. Her back arched and her breasts pointed to the sky. Mary’s head rolled upward and a long deep moan escaped her lips. The moan grew until it her chest vibrated. The savage chuckled and tugged on her nipple with his mouth. At each tug the sensation increased and Mary’s. As he neared the table he asked, "Mr. Baker, have you seen..." and by that time he was standing next to me and could see his wife sitting across from me. "Michelle, where have you been? What have you done to your hair?" I didn't think you cared where I was. At least that's what you told me the other day. And you certainly didn't seem too concerned about me last night, when we saw you in the lobby." Where were you last night? I waited up for you until I fell asleep. When did you see me in the.