I do love you and I hope you stay with me but I can't give up real sex now."Right then I knew I should pack a bag and go and stay with friends, howeve... Jessica owned our house, had me sign a deadly prenuptial agreement that would leave me only my clothes and I'd lose my job at the firm. She even owned the car I drove. However none of that was the real reason, despite everything she'd done, I still loved her and I couldn't imagine life without her anymore than I could imagine life without. The way that he dripped cum from his now bare bottom made him look like one kinky-ass Elf, to put it mildly, but she was equally bottomless and had Brett’s spunk oozing down her thighs as they shared my prick. Yeah, Brett had turned her over and enjoyed her delectable slit to the max after she sucked him long enough.Right then, of course, I knew what I wanted: their asses. I wanted to bugger the duo and I did so, bending them each over to ease my lubed cock into their equally lubricated bums.. "Becky laughed. "You know Mum asked me today about my boyfriend, I had to tell her that we split up because he cheated on me." I know. I swear John knows about us, he probably has hidden cameras or something, you know what he is like."Becky cackled and led herself into the room with a single bed. "Yah need a bigger bed," she whispered, and Sarah shrugged."Well John said he will swap when he goes to Uni in a couple of months, and Mum said I can have a double. Just waiting."Sarah turned to her. The need for aging makes whiskey expensive. The maker has all his investment tied up in filled barrels until the batch has aged sufficiently. Ten years minimum, twelve years is better, and eighteen is getting up toward the best a batch is going to taste. How would you like to wait eighteen years to get paid for your work? Then there are the costs of storing and rotating all those barrels. My father used to turn barrels by hand for a distillery near our home. Now the barrels are turned by.