His favorite time was winter when there wasn’t much to do. I’d come home on the school bus from Healdsburg of an afternoon, and he would be sittin... on the front porch fidgeting with one of his ever present briar pipes and gazing over the vineyards at peace with life and with himself. He neither needed nor wanted the added complexity (and inherent laws!) of owning a commercial winery. Not that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t make wine. Tucked in a corner of the property, cut off by a small rise, were. .. "Well," she replies, unstrapping the dildo, "I'm not going to let YOU have all the fun." As she removes the strap on and sets it aside, she slapped me lightly on the ass. "You feeling energetic?" I sit up in reply; my asshole feels a little sore, but barely noticeable now. "'Cause I believe it's my turn." She moves up in front of me on all fours, her well rounded and perfectly shaped ass bared underneath the lingerie. Straightening up momentarily, she rubs more lube on my cock - a lot of it. "You know, Aunt Kristen said that she would owe us. I'm fairly certainthat if you did her this favor that she would get you that game systemyou wanted." Her tone was almost playful. She knew she had him.'Arrghhh', thought Dan. She got him. He wanted the Atari more thananything in the world. Space Invaders....Asteroids.... Damn! Would it bethat bad to spend just one day in a dress for hours of video bliss? Hewasn't ever entirely opposed to the idea in the first place, but hecouldn't let on to. ”The day before the party, I was getting nervous. I called the agency and nothing so far. I called my brother and they were still working on it. I was frantic. I asked my wife if she knew a woman who would do something like this for this much money. She was shocked!“What makes you think I would know someone like that?”“Desperation honey, the agency has no prospects and I just took a chance. I’m sorry for asking you.”“Well, if I did know someone, would it be some sleazy hotel?”“Oh no, we have a.