...a good way to release tension and express those.....hidden desires."He shifted a bit and grinned at her....he was friendly and easy going....she li...ked that."Hmmmm......so you have....hidden desires Laura?"She couldn't help laughing.....the way he said it, and licked the end of her straw letting a few drops of soda drip down her lips.She thought to herself.....'Well he's no prude....looks like he's been around the block.'"Don't we all Allen", she whispered.The way he was squirming around, it. " Oops, I had no idea. I thought you pretty much let the grapes grow and then you have machines for the harvest."Melanie shook her head. "Maybe for the industrial rotgut produced at some places, but not here. I mean, we're not stomping the grapes with our feet..." That would be funny. They really did that in the old days?" I guess. How about a stroll to settle the wine and food?" I'm game. Let's," David answered.For an hour, they explored the vicinity of the villa, watching some of the vintners. “Oh hello Marcus, what’s going on”? He looked enquiringly at them both in turn, and saw Emma shrug her shoulders.Marcus leant back in his chair his hands clasped behind his head, he then gestured towards a vacant chair indicating that Mark should sit.“So I take it Mark; that Emma has filled you in on what transpired during our recent business trip to Paris? Specifically the fact that I fucked your wife, repeatedly in fact and what a very good fuck she is. I must congratulate you. You are a. " Okay yes I feel, but you still my sissy boy."We finished the dance and our drinks came. Freda picked up hers and chugged it down then she set the glass down on the table and said:"Sissy boy take me home now" and she grabbed her purse and stood up. I didn't even get a chance to take one sip of my drink, but I didn't argue. I was just too curious. That I was "her sissy boy" intrigued me and I had to see where things were going.When we got to the truck I went to open the door for her but she.