Well, I had my own little bit of good luck. My parents had, earlier that fall, won a Carribean cruise at the Methodist Church raffle. I had returned from taking them to the airport just five minutes before her call. In fact I still had the car keys in my hand when I answered the telephone to hear Julie's excited voice. And those keys did not make it into my pocket until after I had locked the car's door in Julie's driveway. It was coming up dinnertime, and I had boosted a bottle of champagne from my parent's supply before leaving the house. I sincerely hoped this would be a day (and night) to remember.

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I got my first surprise of the evening when Julie answered the door. I stepped inside, closed the door and locked it, and then took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I could. After some slight hesitation that I sensed more than noticed on her part she returned my kiss with an equal measure of passion. My hands were not idle during this activity, either. I slid them up her sides, then brought them back down with my thumbs rubbing firmly over each of her nipples. I felt her shiver when I did that, and I heard her moan so nicely as I cupped her butt cheeks and squeezed each rather forcefully.

I was so happy to be back in her arms, and I wanted her to know it, too. So that kiss lingered for several long, wonderful moments. When our lips finally parted, I hugged her so tightly, whispered her name several times, and told her how much I had missed her. She whispered back that she wasn't Julie!