The wine was German, and very sweet. Both Emma and my wife liked very sweet wine. I can't stand the stuff, myself. It's like drinking pop."Mmmmmm that...s nice!" said Emma, taking the first of what I hoped would be many sips. I had a glass of wine before me, and I pretended to drink mine as we ate the pizza and watched this sappy move. Like most chick films, it was very, very dull. As usual for the genre, the film was about a family where people didn't get along at all, and the female lead was. I found Iris an attractive woman with fair bubbly hair and hazel eyes that sparkled while she spoke. Her voice had that unmistakable breeding; even dressed casually failed to conceal her fine shapely figure or her clear county accent.“There’s plenty for Guy to take on here Margot.” Iris was saying, “The war-effort took the last of our workers away some while ago.” As I listened, I felt naturally at ease with her and found her enthusiasm in the face of austerity infectious.“Oh Margot, There’s so. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned again, thrilled by the delicious thickness of his big powerful boner in her mouth while the burning lust in her pussy was increasing."Oh, shit!" gasped Jeff, writhing his ass around on the bed as her sweet young lips sucked and pulled on the sensitive head of his throbbing cock. "That's the way to suck a cock, honey!"Excitedly sucking on his pulsing cock-knob, Kim glanced down at the thickness of the spit lathered prickshaft that was fucking in and out between her. I used to spend a lot of my free time in the printing press and he used to come twice a day for giving us tea. Even though he was from a poor background and pretty dark he was a good looking and had very clear skin in his face and across his body. I used to be friendly with him since he will also join us during our cricket in the evenings.One day when I went to the press in the morning and saw that there was no work in the press and the owner was cleaning the press with the help of Muthu. I.