As I spread my hands between your thighs to prompt your legs to open wider you take a larger sip of your wine and with my free hand I grab my glass an...d finish it off, pour myself another glass and take a couple sips of that one as well, enjoying the rush of excitement from my hand between your bare thighs and the alcohol to my head. With another warm breath in your ear and another stroke of my tongue I encourage you to put your glass down, so you finish your glass and set it down, clumsily,. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others time”? About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out “Careful b o y s , I hear he has a black belt”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says “that right b o y ---you got a black belt”? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my best low growling voice reply “Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden gloves”. (again, stretching. Itold her about the two enjoyable nights with themiddle aged female executive who supplemented hermarital sex life a couple of times a year, and whichher husband always looked forward to. Regarding theboys, Christi was quite clinical and complementary inher report which made it a little easier for me toabsorb the new family situation. She flattered me bysaying I had raised a couple of fine studs…and sheshould know! We all settled into our new sex lives. Bill practicedwith Christi on MWF. I forgot about that and told Motherthat I had a couple of tickets to her recital.Anyway, Tammy started complaining to me about how itchy her tights were.I didn't know what she was even talking about but she walked over to herdresser and pulled out a ballet pink dance tight that she had to wearwith her costume. She had three packages in her hands that she said weretoo small for her. "But I'll bet they'd fit you, James." She said to me,fluttering her eyes at me. I told Mother that she'd asked me.