Jeez, Cat was not shy with the bottle. Just got me back a few years back, when we had this kind of time Tammy and me, she would sometimes dress up for me after our relaxed time in the pool, or after she came back from a swim, put some lingerie and heels, loose clothes on the top, and we would have a lovely erotic time, we'd tenderly tease each other, sipping our wine, making as if we were watching TV, delaying the moment we would really touch and kiss, she loved getting tipsy, it turned her on, and I would ask her to pick up things here and there just for the pleasure of watching her walk, and when I finally got to touch her she was so wet inside, and lightly drunk.<br/><br/>I gave Cat the expurgated version of our evenings, though I'm pretty sure she would guess the rest. "Your mom and I would often do this, dip in the pool, relax and get lazy with wine, and eat very late, it was great, watching the fire, sipping our wine."<br/><br/>Wine got to my head, I was feeling full of love, for Tammy, for her, for life, what a warm and new feeling, I never had this with Cat, and I felt mushy, the stupid wine, have to avoid being too sentimental or someone might make fun of me.<br/><br/>I turned toward Cat and took her face in my hands, "You're beautiful my baby, and I love you." Well, so much for sentimentality. I kissed her lips lovingly. We hadn't done it in so many years. I smiled to her "sorry babe, I know you're not a kid anymore, but getting your old man tipsy is a sure way to let him loose his mind." In other circumstances, that would have been full of double meaning, my friends were right, I needed to get a girlfriend.<br/><br/>I tried not to notice her nipples were pointing, it was natural for women anyway, but it really worked on me, I think I blushed, and I hugged her some more. That might not have been such a good idea, I believed I felt them against my chest, and I started getting hard, again.