I gave them the okay but told her to get dressed first. When she left to get dressed I was bombarded with questions about her and if we swing. One guy...asked me if it was okay to ask her out on a date. Another guy wanted to fuck her on the bar. I was proud and embarrassed at the same time. A few minutes later she returned from the bathroom wearing only jean shorts and a smile with her hands cupped over her bare boobs. She giggled and asked who took the rest of her clothes. The bar owner told her. Both were gone in the blink of an eye.The wine with the dinner was one (actually, two) of the highly praised Cote du Rhones of the night before. I pointed out all of its qualities to George. I even remembered two or three of the juicier anecdotes.We went to bed. There we devoted the rest of the night to another very satisfying tasting session. And to the expert nibbling of another excellent baguette. Home baked.Ah well, I may be bad. But I'm good.My next lover was Mr. Garfield.He was the one I. Giggling, Amy said, "You remembered. That feels nice too." I felt Amy's moisture on my lips. She was beginning to get aroused. I kissed her. "Perfect, your timing was perfect. Mel our baby is getting as good as you at eating pussy." Mel kneeled next to me. Gently rubbing my back, she said, "That's right Michael, kiss her. Do you notice how loose she feels. She just enjoyed a big cock. She's still a little stretched out. Push your tongue into her. Imagine that big hard cock fucking Amy." I. Before I knew it, we were on our way out together, and my buddies were very envious. I had ridden with one of my pals, so Suzy and Sally took me back to their townhouse in their van. It was totally fixed up, with a raised roof, captain's chairs front and back, and one of the best sounding stereos I'd ever heard. As we parked out in front of their place and finished another joint, Suzy said to me, "I bet this is a dream come true for you, coming home with both of us like this, isn't it?" "I have.