Bernard. How have you been?"Dave spent just a moment talking to Brian before Brian passed the phone off to his mother. Dave talked to Mrs. Hartwell, w...ho he remembered only vaguely from their years of being neighbors. He assured her with one hundred percent confidence that the kids would be watched at all times and that there would be no drugs and no drinking of alcohol. This seemed to comfort Mrs. Hartwell. She even mentioned how much more polite he was to talk to than Rebbecca was. Dave. " "Thats okay, This red wine is great, isnt it?" "It is. If you like this one you should try the Cab." Cab?" Yeah, that one" as she pointed to a selection on the table.I ordered a glass and tried it. "Wow, that is good. what is it called?" That's their reserve. Its and older vintage." Its really good. Thanks for pointing it out. What other ones would you suggest to taste? I'm kind of a newbie to wine." Here Ill point out a couple that I like. My names Sharri." She held out her hand. ”“Quiet, don’t make any noise,” she said. It certainly sounded – and felt – like Lori.She moved her hand from my mouth, and started to rub my chest; her hand gliding across my skin.“I love feeling your chest; your stomach, your body,” she whispered in my ear.I was now started to become more alert; I could feel the two hard nipples of her breasts pressing against my back, and she had placed a leg over mine, and was grinding her crotch against me. My prick started swelling and growing as if it. His index finger and ring finger work the parameter as his middle finger slides in and out with ease. He pulls out and rubs tiny tight circles against my clit. He drives me nuts, makes my eyes roll back into my head. He grins and then tastes his finger. He stands up quickly, picks me up with him and deposits me on the bed with a bounce. He pulls my skirt off and pushes my legs up towards my hips; he dives into my wetness with his whole mouth. He laps at me in long smooth strokes. He takes my.