Then I got him an Old Style, he didn't like it either, so I drank it.It was the same with the Murphy's Stout and the Beamish Stout.By the time we got ...own to the Bushmill's Irish Whiskey...I could hardly push the stroller back home.the Scottish CowThe only cow in a small town in Ireland stopped giving milk.Then the town folk found they could buy a cow in Scotland quite cheap. So, they brought the cow over from Scotland.It was absolutely wonderful, it produced lots of milk every day and everyone. And since we couldn't really fuck at either of our houses, unless parents happed to be gone for a while, we did a lot of car stuff. Mainly we would park in empty areas of various cemeteries. Seemed to be the best place for some private times. If it was warm outside, we would sometimes venture out of the car, and I could bend her over the hood, fucking her in the bright sunshine. We both got a thrill out of doing it outdoors, and I think the possibility of getting caught added to the excitement.. Well, I was instantly hard. Hell, I just fucked my wife an hour before. So, with my lovely wife's dried pussy juice and cum on my cock, I slowly pulled my cock in front of her and began to stroke. I had her move closer, still on her knees and told her what a slutty little whore for me she was now and how I was going to break her pussy, throat and ass again, she beamed! So, I took the crop and began to swat her nipples, and he ass, and every so often her clit, making her squirm and I rubbed. She smiled at Wallace, still with his eyes shut! "Oh I see someone wants to be difficult!" she giggled, and she took the panties, with the damp crotch out, close to his face, and his nostrils flared. Then she slipped them over his neck, arranging the damp crotch over his lips! Pop, pop, pop! Wallace screamed and cried, writhing in his seat. She stood back to watch and enjoy it. And then she looked at me. "Oh, now are you going to be a slowpoke for me?" "Too difficult to.