Jack nodded again. “More, actually. It’s not for sale. We’ve been here over two hundred years. This isn’t just our business, this is our famil..., this is our heritage. It’s more than just me, and when it’s his turn,” he said, pointing towards his son, “it will be more than just him. No, I wasn’t going to sell.” Then he grinned. “Besides, do you know the margins on good whiskey? I don’t need to sell this place to make money!” He laughed and the others joined in.“So, what about Jacob?” asked. ”“Oh Jeez. You’re making me wet.”“You’re joking!”“No! Maybe we should get together and see what happens.”“Seriously?”“Yes. We could go to dinner then go to your place and you can run your fingers through my hair to your heart’s content. I’d be interested to see what would happen.”“I’ve never had a woman ask me for a date before!”“Well, I’ve never had a guy want to jack off with my hair before.”“Gosh. You’re about to make me shoot off again!”Then she said, “Stand beside me.”I didn’t know what. As I tossed aside my final rib bone, I looked down to see Leo crawling up into my lap to lick at the sauce that had dripped down on my chest. I smiled down at him encouragingly. All around us, men were cleaning each other like animals do. It was an important part of our family bonding. Watching eager tongues going to work on sticky, sweaty bodies was beautiful to watch.As Leo cleaned my chest, I took his hand and started sucking the sauce off his fingers. I was lost in the pleasure of the. Was I drunk? Or was my cock really flickering at the sight of her luscious body?“Long enough.”“I can see that,” she chuckled, and hurried into the kitchen, to return with two cloths and a spray can. “Come on, clean up your mess you dirty boy.”Was this really my Laura? As we bent to the cleaning task, I was fascinated by the wiggle of her breasts. As she scrubbed, she told me of having her usual glass of wine, and searching for a decent television programme. Finding nothing appealing, she’d had.