Looking at Mary she was wearing a very feminine dress, showing some lovely cleavage. The dress was just below the knee and she had some tan coloured p...antyhose on, matched with some high heeled shoes.As we sat down to eat we started talking about our lives etc, and as the wine flowed our tongues became looser, and we started to flirt with each other. It soon became obvious that neither of us had had a good fuck in ages and we were desperate. We quickly finished our meals and agreed it would be. "I could do that and make you climax, or I could have passionate sex with you and say I love you while your cock is deep in my cunt and one or both of us climaxed, but all it would mean was that I loved you while you were fucking me!" She gave my penis another couple of tugs. "Do you know how many of these and how many pussies I've painted over the years?"I shook my head."Neither do I and it doesn't matter, nor do the erotic pictures or the desire to take a model to bed, because at the end of. "You ready?" Grace took his hand."Not really. I would much rather play in the snow first!" He joked.But Grace hadn't taken it that way. She took a bunch of snow in her hand and plopped it right on the top of his head.Matty jumped with surprise at the snow that had been put on his head. "Oh, you are going to pay for that one, Grace!" He yelled, then ran and tackled her in a pile of soft snow. They laughed and wrestled in the snow for a few minutes."Grace Ann! What in God's name are you doing. ’ ‘Good to hear…Very good to hear. You know there’s an old adage you’ve probably heard that I’ve co-opted as my own, ‘Liquor may be quicker, but my elixir is absolute,” Beetlesmith laughed to himself before continuing, ‘Now, down to brass tacks, as it so happens I have a brand new batch of my elixir. I mixed the concoction together just last night. So now that you’ve checked under the hood and kicked the tires, so to speak, how many vials of my elixir will you need?’ I said slightly.