”I touched the back of his hand and said, “Sometimes things don’t work out how we think they should, huh!”I had finished my durrie, so we went...back to class.Later as we were walking out at the end of the lesson, he walked with me.“Hey Miss, would you like to meet up with my dad again?” he asked tentatively.“Damn! You don’t want to shock the poor bloke. I’m not the girl I used to be when he knew me,” I told him.He looked me up and down and grinned. “Oh, I think as far as my dad would be. Her eyes gave away the lustful excitement she was feeling as she squeezed first one cock into her mouth and then the other. She sucked and wanked at them until she sensed that Jonathan was about to come then stopped. “I do believe Jonathan is a little excited,” she said. “I do believe you’re right,” responded Leonard reaching over and giving his cock a squeeze. Jonathan recoiled. He had never had his cock felt by another man. It hadn’t happened often with a woman, for that matter. “Just try. Tom and I lay there for a good twenty minutes talking about our new found openness, all the while Mark was making me squirm with his tongue and fingers in my pussy, Tom in between sucking and squeezing my breasts chatted more openly then I’d ever known, and in response so did I.When Tom did slide his cock into me it was harder than I’d experienced in years, after a few strokes I stopped him and he looked concerned, “Why are you so hard, have you taken something?” I askedTom reply came after a. I put them in a net bag to take to the laundromat, then I climbed into the shower. My plan was to stay in there till I ran out of hot water or shriveled like a prune which ever came first.The hot water ran out after twenty two minutes which was about average. Without any more hot water I dressed. I had decided that I would mash in just one barrel. That would be more than enough to cover my fun money which I really hadn't used. I got around eight gallons of hooch from 30 gallons of mash. Six.