And then, without any further words being spoken on the subject, Jill and I simultaneously pick up the bottle the old woman had given us, open the top... and drink until they're emptied, two swallows for me and maybe three for Jill since her bottle was the larger of the two.Gawd, mine tasted terrible and I quickly follow it by nearly draining my can of coke to wash it down and rinse the taste of it away. Some time later, after talking until well past midnight, Jill and I went to bed and made love. Started to squeeze it and kissing her neck. Biting it. She was going crazy and she pushed me away to remove my T-shirt and Jean. Now I am in my boxers. She saw my tool it was hard enough .I was about to touch her boobs but she kept that I should be naked first to make her naked. I said ok. She stated to care my tool outside the boxer. Then she removed it. Now my tool is out pointing her face.She started to stroke it with her hands. I could control I was getting harder and harder. I was going. The diamond necklace sparkled, like her sapphire eyes. She sipped the wine in the long-stemmed glass."This is heavenly," she said. "Are you happy?" Ted asked.She set the wineglass on the table and leaned forward. The cleavage between the mounds of her soft, smooth breasts was deep. "Yes," she replied, her voice soft and sweet as roses. "Thank you for inviting me." "Thank you for accepting." Tonight wasn't their first date. They'd been seeing one another, exclusively, for several months. Their. My gaze jumped from the curl of her toes to the indents where her nipples poked at her shift fabric, to the muss of her curly blonde hair. But I paid most attention to the fact that, despite having been staring at her for a few seconds now since my surprising entrance, she did not scream at me to leave or frantically attempt to conceal her intimate details.She had gasped when I entered, and after a few seconds of disbelief, she exhaled and began to breathe again, her chest heaving beneath her.