Ivy. Just something on my throat. That's all," Charles responded in a humble tone."God you're such a terrible liar you know that. You know what my gra...dma used to say before she passed away," Ivy spoke to Charles in the kind of tone that teachers often used sarcastically against their pupils."Err no Ivy," Charles responded in a blurry tone."That you should never ever try lying to a gypsy. Do you know why?" Ivy being playful with Charles."No I don't know why!!" Charles stammered, like some kind. He got up and turned my ass around so it was hanging off the bed and he slammed his rock hard cock all the way inside me with a loud slurp and ass fart. A small shot of pain rippled around my asshole as I quickly got into the fucking and thrust back to meet each of his jack hammer thrusts in.As he continued his relentless pounding of my asshole, it slopped and slurped with my ass juice and his pre-cum. Sweat was dripping from both of our bodies as we continued with our insatiable lust for gay. It was then placed in year old French oak casks to age for 18 months, then a further 12 months in new American oak before bottling. The wine was bottle aged for a further 12 months before release.’ The label was signed ‘Jennifer Blaylock, Winemaker’. ‘You made this wine?’ ‘Yes. My father acted as consultant in that, if I had a problem he gave me advice, but I did all the work myself.’ ‘This wine is from grapes less than twenty-five years old, impossible!’ ‘Not only is it possible but it is. "Choti got into gaand fuck position. Mita watched intently as I plugged her rear hole."Oh uncle, it was lovely," Choti panted when we had finished, "Didi, try it. I promise you won't regret it." How was it?" Mita enquired hesitatingly."Oh didi, it was lovely. The sensation can't be described it has to be experienced," Choti said cleverly."What about the pain?" Mita retorted sarcastically"Yes, it hurts a little," Choti said, "Jab choot phati thi tab bhi tau dard hua tha ya nahin? (When you lost.