At the ball after the blessing of the harvest was a big pot luck dinner my mother brought her favorite baked tuna casserole problem was she brings tha... every year and she always wonders why no one hardly eats it . My thought was great for leftovers not that she saw it that way. Then after the meal was when the band would start playing and every thing would start happening and true to form the punch was spiked with some of the home brew and that led to normally prudish girls letting young men. I was well turned on anyway and she was an expert cock sucker, able to take it right into her mouth while she used her hands to wank me and fondle my balls until I came right into her willing mouth, holding her head in place while I did so.I left them and said I would process the film(this was when film not digital was the main form of photography) and return with the results before the weekend.I went back on the Friday evening to find two other couples there as well as me and Jane, we had. "This will kill the taste of anything except bad coffee."Susan found an insulated lunch bag and loaded it with breakfast for the kids. They loaded the other supplies on the quad and Susan and Cherie drove the quad to the lookout. Bill walked since the other quad was already at the lookout point. He needed to think. He knew wars were won as much with brain power as fire power. He needed to make sure he had all the bases covered.It was almost six when Bill got to the lookout point and just past. He knew my friends well, so he walked up to us when we arrived and he was waisted out of his mind but still clear enough to sight me. And his Wandering, waisted eyes suddenly stoped and focused on me. And he, grabed me aroundThe shoulders and started to give me the fuckeyes, for the quick moments he could see straight in his hell of a buzz. He hardly could walk anymore, and it got to the point whereI tried to get out of this unpleasant situation. He wouldn’t let me go and started kissing me, I.
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