OH my goodness” Miranda blurts out at the sensation of her nipples being assaulted with Jemmas tongue. “Oh that feels good”Jemma looks up for a ...econds and asks “Have you ever been with a woman?”“A long time ago, in high school. All we did was kiss and squeeze each others bare breasts. And then…” Miranda stops short of finishing, looking away and blushing.“And what?” Jemma asks, squeezing her tits hard, rubbing her thumb over the hard, long nipple.“Ahhhhh, oh. A few years ago, with an old. So one day I was drunk and texted him all the things about him and my son. He didn’t reply. Next day the bell rang and he was outside. I called him in and tried to persuade him to be straight. He said he is bisexual and he won’t leave my son till he gets a girlfriend.He later told me after years that he was hinting on my daughter. I told him I will help him win a girl. So for the next whole week, I tried to fix him up with my friend’s daughters but in vain. Then our chat one day turned to sex. He left it to me to cut the wood to lengths that Theresa wanted. In a fashion he paid for his cunning. Each time I felt that he did less than his share of the burden I put off showing him the winery.Theresa had successfully caught a baking yeast. She made sourdough bread boules nearly every day. Still, bringing up the buckets of water became no easier.I snuck into the winery late one night with a lantern to see what was there. Other than a row of large open-topped vats there were huge aging. .naked as usual. I snuggled in behind her and she asked how this was going to work. I told her that I told him to just come in when he was ready. I could feel her body heating up and she was trembling a little bit. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and then said I love you. Tom didn't come in like I thought he would within 30 min. Molly and I finally drifted off to sleep. I was asleep then I felt her start rubbing my legs and whisper to me to wake up. Tom was standing naked.