I had the first batch of mash cooked off by 6PM. I had been adding to the mash a bit at a time as I continued to cook it off. Wilma never did call but...I didn't mind. Something about the night before didn't set well with me. I had no idea what it was, but something seemed off somehow. On the upside of a lousy memory was that I would totally forget the feeling soon.I cooked most of the night but in the end I had over a gallon of a rum made with molasses and corn. It was smoother than pure corn. “You need help then?”I let out another shiver. “Noooo.”He leans over and props the phone up on the counter and I take the opportunity to scoot back, pressing against the wall ineffectively.He kneels back down and rubs a finger over my wet pussy, then teases the entrance to my vagina. I let out a soft moan. “Please, no. I’ll do it myself,” I promise.“Are you sure? You look delicious…”“I am, I am,” I say desperately.I wince as he slides the finger into me. It feels cold against the walls of my. Cynthia gazed at him languidly, gracefully posed on the satin spread in a black silk teddy, garter belt and white nylons. Her bird-wing brows quirked quizzically, and - with her long hair spilling down her shoulders to a pool behind her - she presented a picture of sensuality incarnate, he thought: a sensuality made all the sweeter and more alluring by the innocent maiden-like expression she had assumed. "Home so early?" she purred laughingly. "I'm flattered!" "Tease!" he snorted, dropping the. ’ ‘Sharon, I never did get the linoleum laid down in the kitchen, the tables never arrived from the rental agency, the photographer couldn’t make it because his wife went into labor, the sheep got loose and that’s just the tip of the iceberg!’ Sharon just smiled back at Liz patiently. ‘Come over here,’ she said, gesturing to the window. ‘Tell me what you see.’ Liz walked over to the bathroom window and the two women looked out over the expanse of yard between the house and barn. People were.