“Oh, shit, Jerry, don’t you die on me!” I fumbled my gun back into my holster. Then I pulled a handkerchief out and slapped it on his arm, but I...figured he was probably already dead.As soon as I touched him, Jerry stirred. “Christ that hurts!” he said, his eyes opening.“Jesus! You’re alive?”“Grim, what happened?” Jerry was trying to sit up, but when he moved his right arm, he screamed and lay back down.“Don’t move! Don’t move! I called in for an ambulance,” I told him.“What happened? What’s the. We also own some very large vineyards around the Chateaux. We sell the grapes once they are harvested to some of the Grande Marques. It is very profitable business. It costs a lot in the upkeep of the Chateaux. I have a housekeeper and two gardeners. It must be over twelve years since I was last there.” Jack answered, "This Champagne comes from a village very close to Epernay. I love that area of France. What did you mean by fly over some weekend?” Ruth replied, "Jack, have you ever heard of. Just noticing me for the first time, she asked how long I had been there, to which I said I had just came back.'OK', she said, 'Your turn' to which I was a little hessitant. This had all looked so grown-up and as excited as I was I was still a few years younger than her.'Come on', she urged, 'Just let him put it in' and reaching across to me, took my arm and forced me in his direction.I straddled him as he held his cock upright and as I lowered myself onto him I was surprised how nice it felt. She gave his cock a few more strokes to encourage another drop to appear. And without hesitation licked it from the swollen head and tasted her first drop of spunk.“Good girl,” Jean purred. “Now I think we need to make him shoot his load. Just a slow, steady wank until he cums. You can do it, so make my son cum for us.”Jean knew the signs as Rory edged towards his climax and as she felt his balls tense she slipped one long finger into his arsehole. It was enough. Becky smiled as her efforts.