You still drink whisky, don't you? A Glenmorangie would go down fine." Yes. Yes. I'll get the bottle from the kitchen," Tony said, anxiously looking a...t his wife. "But first, shall I turn off the computer?" What? And deny me the pleasure of reading the latest opus from the Cream of Sheba? That would never do. Just get me a whisky. And two cubes of ice."Tony scurried back to the kitchen. What did she say? 'The Cream of Sheba'? Did this mean that she knew? That she'd known all along? Or maybe it. I walk right up to her and grip a hand full of her long curls. I pull her to me and push my tongue into her mouth. She stands there for a moment not moving a single muscle. Then I felt her hands grip onto me and pull me closer. She grinds her tongue back up and down against mine. Her breath grew harder as I gripped a tighter hold of her hair, yanking her lips off of mine. I grip onto the edge of her dress and push it up over her hips. "No! Don't!" She moans softly as I push her up onto of the. She rode against my cock harder and faster until she grunted and pressed her chest against mine. I opened my eyes and she starred into them, face to face.Then she kissed me once, stood up, and wiped her crotch with a wad of toilet paper.Diane slid her panties and capris on. She pulled her shoes from behind the toilet and strapped them on.Diane helped Claire hook her bra back on and Claire slid her dress over her head and gave herself a once over in the mirror. She stepped into her shoes and. I felt like such a klutz. I started babbling some kind of apology and was about to turn around to grab a dish towel when she grabbed my wrist holding the glass, set her own drink down by reaching past me to the counter, took the empty glass from me with her now free hand, and after setting it down next to her full one, used it to hold my chin and drew me in for the kiss I had dreamt about for so long.I don’t know that I knew what it would be like and I don’t think I could really explain it now..