He had replaced an old fashioned wooden basket press which operated by means of a crank handle and a series of wood blocks to created the pressing act...on. The basket press was extremely slow and difficult to run, it had a small capacity and required great physical effort. The bladder press, which essentially inflated a large inner tube to press the juice from the grapes was not only more efficient, but far less labor intensive, since the machine itself did the work. After the pressing, Miles. He pulled his hand back, and brought his fingers to his nose. I could tell he loved her smell. Andrea grabbed his hand, and put it back in her pussy. They danced for two more songs before Andrea brought him over to meet me. His name was John, and I could tell he was unsure of what to say to me. I broke the ice by asking how he liked the smell of Andrea’s pussy. Nervously he told me it was the best he ever had smelled in his life. I bought a few rounds of drinks, and we hung out the rest of the. It was bad to be away from her a day, but three was a bitch.I'd just returned from a three day trip to Atlanta and when I got home from the airport Marsha was waiting for me in a frilly see-thru nightgown and wearing a pair of black "CFMs'. She smiled at me and said:"Welcome home weary traveler. Would you like to follow me to the bedroom, or would you rather start here and work your way to the bedroom?"Silly question that.When I got to work the next morning I turned in my report to my boss and. Seth did not visit either. On Wednesday just before five in the morning, she was wakened by her entry phone ringing. She struggled to the office and opened up, seeing the police at the door at the same time as they appeared on the screen. She left the office to open the door to them.“Thanks darllin’” said the officer in charge.“What is it?” she asked.“We’re arresting someone. We need to surprise them.”“Who?”“Sorry darlin’. Can’t tell you.”And with that they crammed themselves into the lift and.