Rayne and I really like That Italian Place. Atmosphere, food, service ??“ it's all good. And they have some secluded booths tucked away in a corner.nnRayne met me at the door, and we exchanged hugs and kisses. It's difficult for me to kiss Rayne in public, because I have a strong tendency to get carried away. Just one little peck on her cheek often turns into a little lick on her neck, which turns into a nibble on her earlobe, which can turn into. Well. Damn! It's tough for me, being orally fixated! Let's just say that I can get carried away.nnAnd there's plenty to get carried away about. Rayne is 5'6" tall. In heels, she is just a tad short of my 6' tall. She has generous hips, delicious D-cup breasts, and a waist just right for me to put my arm around her. Rayne's hair is a dark brown. It is almost black, with a hint of red. She often wears it cut to shoulder length ??“ just long enough that I have to brush it aside to nibble her ears.nnThat day Rayne was wearing a black top with black lacy bits around the neck that almost made the fabric disappear in a wisp of black thread smoke. She was wearing a short skirt in something of a jungle print. Her accessories were black, including a black leather choker with some silvery chains that droped in graceful arcs from studs set every two inches.