Tim was in first grade and it was recess. It had rained that day and the area under the swings was wet and muddy. Tim loves the swings and he headed s...raight for them. He was busily swinging when the chain of the swing broke. Down he went right into the mud and water. When he returned to the classroom he was a mess and Mrs. White, the teacher, said that he would have to change clothes so that his pants could be washed. She took him to the kindergarten class where there were a lot of clothes. ’ ‘Why can’t I go back to the winery, Jack? We have two more days of picking. I want to finish the harvest. My things are there, my clothes, my personal stuff. What happens to that? And who will be the winemaker?’ ‘Miles, all the risk of bringing the harvest in, of making the wine, it falls on the new owners. It’s not my business, nor is it yours. After the living quarters have been scoured and searched, your personal items will be set aside and sent to you.’ Miles remained in shock. ‘We can. ” “Like what” “You know…” they both turned scarlet. “I don’t…tell me” There was the usual banter between the two girls as to whether they should tell me…and who should do the telling before Cathy said she would. To cut a long story short and a lot of don’t tell him that, etc. I found out that whilst Cathy was brushing Vicky’s hair, she thought that the brush handle was rather phallic and before long thrust it into Vicky’s mouth. From there a little horseplay and pillow fighting until Cathy had. His teachers could not believe the turn around (Oh if they only knew) He had turned into a real nice looking kid. He was five foot nine, right at a hundred and seventy five pounds. And I had turned him into a real loving machine , If I do say so my self..I can't help but laugh sometimes, and we do a lot of that together about how he would get so excited, and cum the instant he would try and put his cock in me.We started looking at a lot of different types of porn together, on the.