“Hell! Pete! I can't afford to drink $1000 bottles of wine.”“Relax. John. This one's on me. Have you ever tasted Grange?”“Yes. Once. It was ...very good, of course. Although I'm told that it needs to have been matured for about 10 years before it is any good.”“Well. I can promise you that you will enjoy this one. It's 12 years old.”Over dinner, which was excellent, the conversation drifted from banal to outright bawdy. Towards the end Pete was flirting outrageously with Grace and Valerie equally. ‘Fuck Lady I never shot off so much, not even when I was filling the Mrs for k**s!!!’ ‘You dirty fucker, look what you did to my new nightie, what Hubby going to think this is on it,’ I asked him. ‘You really give a shit about that? Haha. You need that dirty cunt poking Love, go on bend over the table,’ he wanted me. ‘You got anything left after that shower?’ I asked. With that I was over the end of the table and being stuffed, his hands on my ass, his trousers round his ankles. He rode me good. Dumb down my conversations, change the music I listen to, start dressing like everybody else so I'll be unique, just like them? Nah. Can't see myself doing that. Not that I haven't tried."She stood up. "Homework. See you tomorrow, okay?" Great. Be careful out there." I will. Predators, you know..." And with that cryptic statement, she left.I kicked off my shoes and settled back in my recliner. Looked around. The house IS definitely cleaner, better smelling, I can go into the kitchen and use the. As I am preparing to leave, a cute chick sits two stools away and smiles one of those bright smiles and asks if I am alone. I shake my head yes, she moves closer and we start to talk. After a few hours of small talk I state I am going to leave. She stands and walks out with me. As we say our goodbyes she leans in and kisses me. I have never kissed a girl but had always wanted to. She asks if I'm in a hurry to get home. I say 'no'. She smiles and tells me to get in my car and follow her. We.