Some days we never reached a conclusion and had to try again the next day. I don’t remember that we ever spit, but I clearly recall that I enjoyed t...e wine and became very close to my father. We would drink some of the bottled wine, give it to family or friends, or drive around to different wineries and trade for some of their wines. He particularly liked the wineries up in the Anderson Valley in Mendocino County, where I picked up a lifetime love of late harvest dessert wines, especially. And he marveled at the wonderful feelings as he calmed down. After afew minutes, he rolled to the side and rolled the small girl off ofhim. As she rolled off of him he felt his still slightly engorged cockslide out of Laynie's tight, wet vagina and sort of slap down on hisleg. Glancing down he saw his long wet cock laying on his leg andsurprisingly it twitched a little and he smiled. Looking over to hisnew little lover, he saw that she had rolled to her back, more or lessspread eagle on the. "I've never heard of any such rules. My guess is that you're lying. Benny told me not to trust any 'frogs'." I'm not French." No, but I bet you have webbed feet."Now I was livid. "Call your boss right now!" I yelled."He wouldn't like it..." Then call the Mayor. He helped negotiate the treaty," I tried to reason."I'm not talking to him." Why?" I asked, expecting to get the ridiculous answer I would get."Because I didn't vote for him." Look, I don't have time for this. I'm taking her." Not unless. Rain water was now being coming in the kitchen with strong wind which has started. I started to pull window panes but found a bit difficult with wind forcing it in opposite direction. I closed windows but by then my face and t-shirt got drenched once again.When I turned back she was standing there fully drenched looking at mess rain water created in her beautiful modular kitchen. I was looking at her wet top which was now see through making her lace bra visible through the wet fabric. Her tops.