The vineyard was close below the dam under construction that would hold back the future Lake Sonoma, and was spread on both sides of Dry Creek. The va...ley was almost the exact size of Manhattan Island, but as bucolic as New York was citified.Dad sold our quasi-mansion in Pacific Heights for enough moola to buy the vineyard. This was before property in Napa and Sonoma counties suitable for vineyards went through the roof. We moved, and found the vineyards and outbuildings were in great shape but. "I need your help."He led Janie up the stairs to his office. She followed reluctantly. He put her in his office chair."I need you to print this document for me," he said. "If you give me your keys I'll move your ... what did you drive anyway?" I told you Ed gave me his truck." That thing?"She handed her keys to him. Ed's broken down truck was a subject he'd deal with later."Print this for me," he said, "and double-check that the page numbers are right."Janie frowned at him, but she sat in his. Before I can say a word, Brenda speaks.“If you show me your cock I’ll take all my clothes off for you.”I stare at Brenda, hardly believing what I’ve heard. As if anticipating my answer Brenda lifts up what little there is of the front of her skirt. We boys all know that girls school regulations say girls’ knickers must be “white, modest and opaque.” That’s exactly what Brenda’s knickers are, but they’re taut over the bulge of the mound between her legs, they show the dimpled like of her vagina. Waking up next morning Kyle lay in bed thinking about what he was going to do as he was not use to vacationing alone. His current squeeze, Tamara Sanders was a twenty seven years old supper model. She currently was out on assignment in California and afterwards was scheduled to go to Hawaii for a swimsuit layout. Kyle chucked to himself because he knew if she was here with him for these two weeks he would need to take another two weeks off to recuperate from her. She really liked to make love.