We go to Va. every other Christmas. Last year was a Virginia Christmas. We usually stay a week. My Mom is 69 and my Dad is 70. My Dad and I are about...the same physical size, both 5'11' and a bit over weight. My Mom is 5’ 6"; she has nice big boobs (42DD) a little over weight (about my size belly). She has slim legs, and a nice big ass. No tight little ass for me. I would put my ear to the wall and listen to my parents fucking, and jerk off picturing myself in there rather than my Dad. I loved. While in the south island I had made many friends and some are still in contact with me to this day, especially these two wonderful and beautiful Caucasian girls in particular. These girls I will call Sarah and Vicki were the best of friends and they were very sexually advance and is probably why I love threesomes to this day. Anyway how we became friends is a vivid memory but what I do know is this…they certainly like playing with my penis, we use to sit at the front of the classroom and I was. Plus, as we both agreed, we could relax and have a drink while working.I got to her place and knocked on the door. She answered teh door and told me to come on in. I was surprised though, she was wearing a T shirt and shorts. I had never seen her dressed like this before. I followed her in to the living room and swore she was strutting for me, but, since she had always talked about her boyfriedn, I felt it was only wishful thinking.We worked on our presentation for a couple of hours and got. ”“They live at a distillery?” asked Megan.Nick laughed. “Not quite. They own the entire mountain and the distillery at the bottom of it. Don’t worry, it will make sense after you see it. Watch for the sign. You’ll love it!”“They own a mountain?” asked Jenny.Her brother shrugged. “Not really. It’s more than a hill, though, at least to me. What’s the difference, anyway? What’s the definition of a mountain?” That train of thought ended when he pointed and said, “There’s the distillery, so bear to.