“So was Scott’s cock bigger and harder than mine?” John queried. By now, with all the horny chat, his meat was at full stand again and they both...looked at it. “And how did it feel?”Sarah blushed. “Well I can see yours gets very stiff, and quite often too!! And it seems bigger than Scott’s, or maybe the same size. I’m not too sure. But I don’t know how hard your cock is or how it feels compared to Scott’s.”They both fell quiet for a few seconds. “So try it, sis, and see. Maybe you need a. I could build a rack to hold two barrels easily enough, but I still needed mechanical help to lift the barrel onto the rack, as a full barrel would weigh nearly five hundred pounds. I figured it at eight pounds a gallon, plus the weight of the barrel. This was going to be tough. No wonder wineries bottled their wine.Rodrigo may have the solution. I called him on the phone. "This is Mike Grayson, Rodrigo. I'm having a difficult time figuring on how to manipulate a five hundred pound barrel of. “Where did my kit go?”“She’s onboard already,” Grace said. Grace pointed to a short tail in the air with a head down in a food dish.I went to the boathouse just as Isabelle was coming out with two kittens in her jaws. She had them both by the scruff.Oh, very good, Isabelle.It’s hard to catch two, she thought at me, They keep getting away.“Get the sleeping bags, David,” Grace said. “I’ve got the kittens.” And she did. So did I, get the bags.We loaded up, Carole Ann was already on the boathouse. Her eyes pleaded with us to make it all stop but I hardened my expression pitilessly. I glanced to one side at Lotti who was waiting for a signal and I nodded to her. Her crop came down immediately on Sofi’s right nipple in a well-aimed strike. Sofi yelped in pain and surprise and turned to look at the perpetrator, the owner of the mysterious voice. A second stroke of the crop hit her left nipple. With her hands bound behind her back Sofi was helpless to protect herself but she flinched and.