She decided to take a Saturday afternoon trip to the Macon Mall and aftrwards stopped at O'Charley's to take advantage of happy hour and have a glass ...of wine since it was 2 for 1 and she is always on the lookout for a bargain.She took a seat at the bar and ordered her drink and was watching the game on TV. Pretty soon a well dressed young black man came in and asked if the stool next to her was taken? She smiled and told him no. He told her his wife's family was in town and staying at there. Well get you into my bedroom and you can lie down until it clears up."I got her on the bed and then I went out of the room and left her alone to give the stuff I'd put into her beer a chance to put her under. I gave her fifteen minutes and then I went back. I walked over to her, "Are you okay?" Her eyes were open and she was looking at me, but they seemed dull. I shook her shoulder, "Are you okay?"Still nothing. I'd been having second thoughts about doing it, but then I thought, "You've gone. Nick froze in shock, unsure what to do, so I helped him by taking his matching fat cock deep into my mouth. He was hot to trot in seconds as he wasn’t use to being on the receiving end of such pleasure. Within a minute Nick was creaming my face, his cream so fresh and sweet.He cried out in pleasure so with lust, need and love filling me, I flipped him over and plugged his used and abused hole, filling him deep with my cock. Three years’ worth of missed chances. I fucked Nick hard and deep. None of the women that I ever met seemed to match up to the picture that I had in my mind of a wife. Although exactly what that picture was, I didn’t really know. It was in 1972 that things began to change, although I didn’t know it at the time. A friend and I were on holiday in Venice, Italy of all places. I don’t why I like Italy so much, but I’d been there quite a few times before. The two of us were sitting at an outside café in St Marks Square knocking back what the Italians call beer..