That is not so early.”“Umm,” is the noncommittal response. He comes over, lifts my hand and the bottle together to check the level of the fluid.... Half empty. Or half full, if you are an optimist. He leans down next to me, pressing his lips against mine.When we end the kiss, I make a face and tell him, “You taste like your last cigar.”“And you taste like your last beer, with a side order of brimstone.” Nothing unusual about either complaint. We are just sparring with each other, as we often. Over the past year things changed drastically at the company John and I work for. Things got bad enough for us to look for other opportunities.He found one on the east coast and I’ve already helped him pack this things. The truck left two days ago so tonight would be our last dinner together.As for me I also found an opportunity so we’re moving from Southern California to another state. Somewhere where the commute is less than 20 minutes, taxes are lower and things are less crowded.I know Karen. I move up behind Bonnie. I move my lady’s head down toward Bonnie’s breast. She took the hint and started unbuttoning Bonnie’s blouse. I leaned down and started kissing Bonnie. She was kissing me back and squirming at the same time. This went on for a minute or two. I started to wonder what Johnnie as doing. I thought maybe he was just watching.Turns out he was pulling Bonnie’s jean and panties off. When he finished he took my lady’s hand and move it to Bonnie’s bare pussy. She really. He moved from breast to breast kissing each one with more passion and lust. His firm strong hand grabbing and squeezing her supple breast as he sucked and twirled his tongue around her hard nipples. With his free hand he moved up and down her outside leg from ankle to hip and back down. He kissed down her naval and his fingers rubbed in a soft but firm motion over her clit. She moaned as his fingers found their way inside of her. She was so wet that he wanted to lick up every drop. He grabbed.