A couple of years ago we finally reconnected as good friends and hung out a lot. It was great and I told her that it felt good to finally be treated l...ke a friend.We went to the bar one night and it was her turn to pay for drinks. I had two beers and she had about 7 glasses of half filled wine in front of her. We started talking about our sex lives and she was telling me how frustrated she gets that she can't get any play for 6 months at a time due to her boyfriend living in Texas. She then. “The still produces a little over thirty gallons a run.”“Sixty gallons a month is a fair amount. In that case I’ll pay you two grand for a thirty gallon run. You drop it somewhere you feel safe leaving it. I’ll drop you the money where I feel safe doing it. Again I’m very careful, this is not a hobby for me. It’s something I’m good at.” I explained.Since Jessie Orange was planning to run year round his product would see me through the winter and keep my regular customers satisfied. I should. I use my hands to explore his chest and torso, slipping his shirt over his head and then I start playfully biting his nipple... his neck... his ear….“God, Joan, you’re such a tomcat.”I purr in his ear. He slides his finger under my panties and finds a soaking wet pussy. He tickles me there, probing me with his fingers before entering inside of me. Eventually, he takes my knickers off entirely and he glides his hand down my slick opening, taunting me.“Nick!” I moan as I take his cock into my. Not. Fucking. Possible.You're dreaming, dickhead. Like the time you guzzled nine pints of roughcider in the Borough Arms and woke up on the kitchen floor convinced youwere engaged to the dark-haired lass out of the New Seekers.Maybe, but I only had a couple last night. One in the Kings Head and onein the Volunteer. I remember drinking up and leaving just as News At Tenwas coming on.A couple too many, obviously. Once this nightmare's over it might be wiseto think about climbing on the wagon for.