.. which I participated in from the beginning. He and I would sit in the barn doing blind samplings of the various mixes. We would argue back and fort... about the relative merits of each glass.The wine was a bit different each year. The original settlers of Dry Creek Valley were mostly Italian immigrants ... with a healthy influx of French predating the Italians by a few years. In Italy at that time it was common that famers would all make their own wine. When they got to Sonoma County they did. It's a rather different point of view. At least I think so. Notice the nice red bush, and the prettiest cone-shaped tits I've seen in quite a while. She was developing nicely. Then there was Lisa Lovette and Margie Ryan, the nymphet's Sully and I didn't get pregnant.I did run into Lisa about two years later. She had just graduated high school and was working in a mid-town Manhattan office. We had a couple drinks and went to a motel. That's where this picture was taken as I reamed out Lisa's. The girls kept talking and she stayed in her apron to finish making dinner. All us guys had huge smiles on our faces. Red didn’t say anything about going to put clothes on.As the night went on she would automatically do things like pick up a chip that had fallen on the floor. When she bent over her ass cheeks spread and we all got an amazing shot of her pussy and ass hole. There was some cheering and she quickly stood up straight with her face bright red.She spent almost the rest of the night. So I pushed myself up more forcefully to meet her ass as it slammed down while my hands held her waist. In return, Becky's pussy tightened, and her body went rigid while her fingers clawed into my shoulders and yelled, "Oh fuck I'm cumming, Tommy!!! OUGH! OUGH! OUGH YES!!!"Seconds later, I could hear Mom saying almost the exact words to Dad as she screamed in pleasure from his pounding.Becky and I held our bodies together as we came down from our sexual high before I slowly eased my lover off.