Bright and early the next morning, Sunday, Trisha and I started with a long walk through the vineyards, and I took her over to our new winery facility. This was part exercise and part showing her the tasting room and production areas. As a huge wine fan, I knew she would appreciate the details. The tasting room was about seventy-five percent finished and ahead of schedule for its January opening date.“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around the tasting room. “Who designed it?”I smiled and told her, “The kids. This is their project. But most of the design was done by Kate.”I then explained that Kate went to Cal Poly San Luis Obispo for architecture and works for a firm in town. I reminded Trish that Greg also graduated from Cal Poly with a degree in Ag Business, Steve was at UC Davis studying Enology (winemaking), and she already knew that Allie went also attended UC Davis and was a high school English teacher. I emphasized that a winery had been our long-range family goal for about a decade. After returning home and getting ready for the day we were soon walking into the Eiffel Café, a French-inspired bakery in the heart of downtown Oak Valley, for their upscale brunch. The restaurant featured a large retail bakery on one side and a restaurant on the other. The brunch buffet was extensive, and they had several stations where you could get omelets, waffles, etc.Over the next hour plus, Trish and I discussed the subject of continuing our relationship by dating, our distance, our businesses, and our families. We agreed that I would visit her in Santa Barbara next weekend, and then she would come north to Oak Valley every few weeks during the grape harvest. We were concerned about moving too fast, especially since neither of us had dated since our spouses passed.We spent the afternoon attending an art show at a winery before Konyaaltı Escort returning to the ranch. As we pulled up to the house, I noticed both Greg’s and Steve’s trucks in the driveway. All four of the kids were on the patio waiting for us.They wanted to say goodbye to Trish, especially Allie who had a gift for her from the four of them. Greg, my oldest, made a point of telling her that they had not seen me smile so much in years as they did at dinner on Friday night. They all hugged and said they look forward to her next trip.Trisha packed up her things and we then headed to the airport for her charter flight back home.“Scott, I can’t thank you enough for the fabulous weekend. It’s going to be a long week until I see you on Friday,” she said. We had a long hug and a short kiss, and Trish walked out of the building toward the private jet. I stood there with mixed feelings. I was sad to see her go, optimistic about our relationship, yet worried about proceeding too fast.**Thanks to Trisha’s membership I was able to take a flight on Friday morning with Marquis down to Santa Barbara. When I entered the airport building upon my arrival, I did not see my blonde friend, so I continued out toward the pickup zone. I heard a light horn honk and looked up to see her behind the wheel of a White Cadillac Escalade just pulling up to the curb.Trish jumped out and met me on the sidewalk giving me a big hug and kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that all week,” she said.As we headed towards her house, I was looking at the fantastic homes in her subdivision. Trish said, “Here we are,” as she pulled into a driveway. Down about fifty yards I saw a large tan stucco home with a Mexican-style tile roof.“Wow, you didn’t tell me your house was a mansion,” I joked.“In my defense, my husband and I did a lot of entertaining for business Escort Konyaaltı and area charities. But, yes, it’s almost seven-thousand square feet,” she said modestly.Trisha went on to explain that the 1980s-era two-story house features two dining rooms, a large living slash entertaining room, a smaller cozy family room, five bedrooms, an office, a game room, a large kitchen, plus a four-car garage with two small apartments on the top for any staff. She told me she had a woman who cooked and cleaned for them for many years until the boys went to college.Like the week before, I met her family Friday night for dinner, at an upscale Mexican restaurant. Dinner went as expected and I was very impressed with both Richard and Jeff and their wives Lisa and Kristin. All four attended the University of Southern California and they met at the boy’s fraternity. I learned a bit about the car dealership business while I shared some basics about the grape and wine industry.The weekend flew by with Trisha showing me around the Santa Barbara and Montecito areas, going out for meals, and simply enjoying each other’s company, having sex on both Friday and Saturday afternoons. On Saturday night we went to dinner with Allie’s parents, Mike and Julie, whom I had not seen since the wedding four years prior.When we returned home, we went into the living room and planned on watching a movie. Trish excused herself about ten minutes later and was gone for about ten more minutes. I heard her high heels on the hardwood floor approaching.“Would you like some dessert,” she said.I turned to see her wearing a sexy, strappy black lingerie piece, black fishnets, and black high heels. The contrast with her blonde hair caught my attention. Her outfit had a bra and thong, but the crisscross straps across her body certainly gave it a bondage Konyaaltı Escort Bayan or FemDom vibe. She had obviously taken notes during our nightly conversations when I mentioned my mini fetish for lingerie.After gawking for a moment, I told her, “I sure would.”Trisha walked over to me and held out her hand, and said, “C’mon, let’s go to my bedroom.”When we entered the bedroom, I instantly noticed she had lit about a dozen red candles and I heard the soft sound of music. She stopped and turned toward me, giving me a long passionate kiss. My hands went to her firm ass in a split second. I soon felt her hand on my crotch, rubbing my trouser snake.She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my pants. Once naked I guided her to the bed, and we kissed and kissed and kissed. Our hands were slowly covering every inch of our bodies. I had taken off her bra and thong, leaving the straps crisscrossing over her breasts and stomach. There was something sexy and a tad kinky about those straps.My breath warmed her ear for my teasing tongue before a sucked on her earlobe. My kisses went down her neck and I soon had her left nipple in my mouth as I sucked softly. My left hand was caressing her right boob, adding in medium-pressure pinches and twists every twenty seconds or so. I quickly kissed her mouth again before heading south.The room was filling with the sweet smell of sex as Trish’s pussy was on fire and very wet. She had spread her legs and I moved my head between her thighs as I kissed all around the thin blonde landing strip on her mound. I moved down one leg with more kisses, and then up the other leg getting closer to her honey pot.I knew I was going to be taking my time orally pleasuring the shapely MILF, so I moved us to the end of the bed. I kneeled on the area rug with Trish’s ass on the edge of the bed, so I positioned her legs to hang over my shoulders.I resumed with a few kisses before my tongue slowly dipped into her slit and went up and down a few times. I licked her labia and then drove my tongue into her pussy. I shook my head and hummed, giving her a little extra feeling.