The maker has all his investment tied up in filled barrels until the batch has aged sufficiently. Ten years minimum, twelve years is better, and eight...een is getting up toward the best a batch is going to taste. How would you like to wait eighteen years to get paid for your work? Then there are the costs of storing and rotating all those barrels. My father used to turn barrels by hand for a distillery near our home. Now the barrels are turned by computer-controlled robots.It’s early afternoon,. I got there this one morning, stopping to make us coffee before heading upstairs. Usually he slept in boxers. I set the coffee on the night stand and proceeded to take of my shirt,jeans and sandals. Lifting the covers to slide in,I found a surprise. No boxers and a hard cock. As I looked at it, I hear him put out a giggle and then say, "I was waiting for you". What a nice morning surprise I told him. Sliding in, with the covers back.. I took his hard cock in my hands and started massaging it.. What if he couldnt take it? What if it was going to hurt too much? He didnt have much time to think about it because he felt the head of the 8-inch dildo at his asshole, pushing in. He shut his eyes tightly and felt it sink in, There wasnt any pain at all, it was just overwhelming pleasure. It was what he had waited forever for. He felt her soft hands grab his hips and he felt her pushing deeper and deeper inside him. Oooooo shit. Damn your pussy feels good. Its so tight. Yeah, you little slut,. “Aye that I am. But did ye come to talk or to act? I much prefer a man of deeds to one of words.” With that she shrugged out of her simple shift and stood naked before me in the falling dusk. To just say she was beautiful would be the understatement of the century, this or any other. She was perfection. Somehow, I became naked also. I don’t remember undressing, but I do remember I was bare as when I was born and her cool, pale perfect body was nestled hard against mine. I was throbbing with a.