I opened the bottle of champagne and poured out two glasses, handing one to my friend. We both sipped our drinks and we edged closer together in our s...at.Something seemed to click. It always happened when I drink champagne. Our eyes met and our heads moved together. We kissed softly, our lips just about touching. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and my lips caught it. Our kisses became more and more intense, making me breathless."David, take us on a detour. I'll let you know when to take us. This was truly another, fascinating side to her husband, for sure, but he had confided it in his daughter, not his wife? How strange and sad was that, until it occurred to Gloria that he really did want to surprise her, as shown by how forceful he was now. The harder she pushed back at him, the more he thrust himself inside her, slapping her cheeks in the darkness. Fuckin’ A, Phil thought, as he felt that silky damp slit caress his dick like a glove, struggling not to cum just yet.Phil knew. The fantasy of Lucy with another man was one thing, but he had never really gleaned any enjoyment from the thought of him being with anyone else. Was this his future? The image in his brain was frightening. The whole idea of his life becoming an exercise in failed dating in old age because he was so unhappy with the lack of passion in his marriage was more than he could take. He had to get the hell out of there before melancholy took over and he did something stupid that he would regret for. George stood up in response. ?It’s been very nice to meet you, Mr Franks,? she said, extending a neatly manicured hand. George reached out and took her hand. As he did so, he caught a subtle hint of her perfume. His expression glazed over, and then, suddenly, he realised that he had been holding her hand for far too long. Erica Wilkie smiled indulgently. George finally freed his tongue. ?It’s been nice to meet you too, Ms Wilkie,? he responded, standing almost rooted to the spot while she.