Of course he and ma went into a huddle every chance they got. He called her barbeque sauce "innovative," whatever he meant by that.Ma just gave him th... recipe for the sauce without charging him another five hundred dollars like she did for her now famous meatloaf which was now called "Martha's Supreme" when it was served at the governor's table.The Ladies' Aid Society made what seemed like enough lemonade to have plenty left over. Somehow it was all drunk up. Long tables were set up outside. As soon as we found a gravel car park that was empty I pulled up and we were kissing like crazy, Vic kept rubbing my crotch through my trousers and her breathing suggested she was gagging for it. We soon got out of the car and walked through the wood until we were deep enough to be away from the traffic.With Vic pressed up against a tree I soon had her top up and was rubbing,licking and sucking her nipples whilst she was pulling undone my jeans, with my cock free she started rubbing and. And he brought booze in a little flask. He showed it to me like he was some big hero or something. He put it in my punch too. I drank a little, but he was an idiot because he’d brought bourbon and was putting it in fruit punch. It tasted awful. We sat for a while and talked to friends. Then we danced some more.Finally he got to the point by talking about what a great time we were going to have at the after party George Stillwell was having out at his father’s farm. There was going to be a. She sat up still holding the pillow against her breasts and leaned over reaching for it."Not yet! You'll miss the best part!" I exclaimed, freezing her in place for a moment, a look of bewilderment etched within her face as she first looked back towards me, and then back towards the TV screen. Once again, it couldn't have been any more perfect had I choreographed it myself. Suddenly the door to the girl's bedroom opens, and the boyfriend walks in, catching his girlfriend busily eating out her.