"Do you like to do it any special way."She hummed a bit and said: "Well, to tell you the truth I'd like it up my asshole. But not everybody wants to d... that, you know." I'd do it that way, said Jack. "Just bend over." He smiled and added: "But I know it's not that easy." No," she said, especially with me. Let me show you." She turned around and showed him her butt. Her asscheekcs parted and beneath the folds Jack could see the hint of a sphincter muscle. "You see how small I am?" she said.. I was sliding my hand down her ass crack over her panty. I moved my hand to front removing her panty a little and touched her love nectar. She was smooth and then further sliding down my fingers touched her pussy. I massaged it with my hand first before opening it with my fingers. She was completely wet. Liquid was oozing out of her pussy. Finger slided well inside. She holded me tightly, closed her eyes and her mouth opened with sound,” aahhhhh…hummm…” I placed my lips on her lips. Soon my. "While we're waiting, why don't we have sex?" Nah, Overholt wants us to rest. Besides, having sex afterwards always motivates me to swim faster." Everybody around us laughed. Finally, the other team arrived, and the match started. I lost my first race, but made up for it in the relay, and we ended up barely winning. Excited, I ran to the locker room to celebrate. Jeff was already waiting for me on the bench, his stiff cock beckoning me. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. I began sucking. In an ancient redwood vat in the barn he would make wine of various mixes of the two grapes depending on the relative productivity of the two fields, or our regular tasting of different blends ... which I participated in from the beginning. He and I would sit in the barn doing blind samplings of the various mixes. We would argue back and forth about the relative merits of each glass.The wine was a bit different each year. The original settlers of Dry Creek Valley were mostly Italian immigrants.