“It's...got me feeling pretty loose." She laughed nervously.

"Its home made. My great grandfather owned a vineyard. Did quite well for himself. My father sold the business, but passed down the recipe.

They water it down for mass consumption, but when Cliff and I make it, we keep the original recipe." She winked.

"Complete with secret ingredients."

Emma caught herself getting ready to ask if one was an aphrodisiac because wow, was she....horny. There was no denying that sensation.

She'd been thinking dirtier than usual lately, a product of no sex other than her toys and fingers, but tonight she was off the charts.

Like she was back in college, drunk and looking to get Laid.

“I'LL bring you over a couple more bottles tomorrow, if you'd Like.

We have an entire rack of it in our cellar."

“Sure, if you don't mind. If nothing else I'll sleep pretty well.”

And go through more batteries than ever if this really was the wine influencing her raunchy turn of mind.

"Oh, it definitely helps out in bed." Robin spoke off handedly, but once more Emma had a hunch she knew the affect it was having on her.

"Hey, mom, check this out."

Both women looked up at Eric as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh, hi Robin, didn't know you were still here." Eric flashed her a huge smile.

"I was just getting ready to go. Your mom's had a long day." She stared at Eric, then followed his eyes down to where she still had her breasts propped up on the table.

Emma felt a twinge of embarrassment when Robin quickly sat back in the chair.

“Well it's obvious what you were checking out, but what am I supposed to be looking at?" she asked.

"Oh," Eric lowered his head.

"Sorry, Robin. That was rude."

“Nothing to be sorry about Eric, boys will be boys, and on that note I should be getting back to my boy."

“He's hardly a boy." Emma told her.

“Not much younger than me I would think."

“Just a phrase." Robin replied, pushing away from the table and standing.

"He's a boy to me in many ways." Her gaze shifted from Robin to Eric.