There seemed to be a lot of excitement in the air as we met in the dining room, Jenny had awoken early to make a feast for the rest of us, she was act...ng unusually happy for a person who likes the grumpy side, so we all took caution as we sat and started filling up on food. The whole meal was great as we were all surprised be this. As I looked at Jenny I noticed that she had on a low cut blouse covered by a apron that seemed to show off her milk filled glands. I felt weird looking but when she. I stopped at the first row and drew in a deep breath. The smell was sweet and earthy. The vines here in the city of Spring, just north of Houston, were much younger than the main vineyard near Bend, north of Austin in the Texas Hill country. I had planted and nurtured these vines myself. My father had turned the private vineyard his father and grandfather cultivated near Bend into a commercial enterprise but had never seen the success he dreamed of. The laws that hedged the winemaking industry. He just looked at me and I asked him if he ever fantasied about touching another man, he said yes and that it was one of his fantasies to be a woman for a man. He said he had thought of me before but never thought I would be the one. He had my sisters pantyhose pulled down in the front around his balls and I sat next to him, cupped his balls putting my thumb and finger around the sack while I stroked him. He was moaning and his eyes fluttering while I asked him to touch my cock. OMG he looked. During our dinner au-naturel, Rachel explained that she’d grown up in a nudist household and had started sex quite early, being comfortable with her body as well as boys’. She’d dated and lived with quite a few men before and after her short marriages. Serial monogamy had been her style but she was ready to explore some more options. When I asked about her amazing vagina, she told about living with an older Desi (East Indian) man who had taught her. Sandy was curious and some lessons would.