I guarantee the food will be good.’ Roxanna thought that through. ‘Rehearsal as in a play or a wedding?’ Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Francine, where... is your head? ‘Wedding. The guy that owns this house is getting married. I am one of the bridesmaids. I also dated the groom, back when…I first met the bride. Different schools.’ Roxanna nodded as if that made sense. ‘Is that big woman we met, after the car…?’ ‘The groom’s sister. Right.’ Roxie licked her lips. She really did like big women. ‘Her name. Her stomach muscles tighten. She drives her hips downwards into the couch. Her eyes are pleading for me to tell her to stop. “You may stop now, M,” I say to her. M’s hand flies away from her clit. She sinks into the couch, moaning, her hands grip the pillows of the couch and she squeezes them with all her might. Her eyes are open wide, she is staring at me. Her stare is asking me to give her a few moments to recover. I wait a bit, before I speak. “You did well, M. Thank you for doing that. It was tastefully furnished. She appeared in the entrance to the kitchen. Steve had removed the cork and was pouring the wine into two simple crystal Bordeaux glasses. She looked around and noticed the second bottle of the same wine. ‘Tell me,’ he asked, ‘how did you choose this wine?’ ‘I’m guessing that I did it the same way that you did,’ she laughed. ‘I asked Maurice.’ Steve smiled. ‘I should have known. Oh well, at least we won’t run out and we know he has impeccable taste.’ Her tone was. I wasn’t sure if you knew it was me or not” I replied.“I figured it out pretty quick and I’ve been hoping to find a time for more, if you want” she admitted.Did I want to do more? Hell yes I wanted to do more!“I would love to!” I replied.“Good, since I see you are taken care of for now, it’s my turn.” She said with a little gleam in her eye.With that, Sara rolled over on to her back and pulled me on to her.We kissed again. I could still make out the slight salty taste of my semen on her.