A high point of the next few weeks was the main grape harvest. Scott and all his friends and family pitched-in to help. Although there were a relative...y small number of vines, only one slope being covered by them, the quantity of grapes gathered in was still quite respectable. They had been left late and had turned a deep, dark red colour. Scott fully intended most of the wine he would produce would be red wine. He had allowed a small quantity of green grapes to be picked weeks earlier so that. Victor was pretty stoic, but Wayne was begging her to spare him. I suspect he felt that it might make him pee. The others pretty much greeted being "ringed" with whimpers and groans. I couldn't believe how hard I was despite my balls hurting and my fear of more pain with any tug. When she was finally done, she brought in a couple of chairs. "Okay boys," she said when she was ready. "I want to see a parade. This will be an elephant parade!"I had no idea what she was getting at, but I. “Mmm, sugary?” He kissed me again, and I tasted my juices on his tongue. Then he moved down my body, placing soft kisses to my tits and teasingly brushed his lips across my nipples before going lower. He opened my legs and kissed my inner thighs, teasing me. I placed my hands on the back of his head and guided his mouth towards my dripping wet love-hole.At first, he licked my slit like a lollypop, with long strokes. Then he worked on my swollen clit long enough to get me moaning and squirming. Mr Bryant cursed that he couldn't see any better, the breeze constantly putting branches of leaves in his line of sight. Ever since he'd discovered the new clips over the weekend, it had been difficult for him to stop thinking of Corinne Holland. He'd resisted the temptation to sneak round to her house, hoping for a glimpse; resisted all the other temptations which came disturbingly close to stalking. He wouldn't have seen her here now if he hadn't taken the short cut home and caught sight of.