“Thank you, Harry. I appreciate that. Cheers.” I touched his glass with mine, then took a sip. “Wow! That’s got some taste to it!”He’d tak...en a sip as well. “Ah, yes. Some people have to acquire the taste, some come by it naturally, and some just never do get it. A bad whiskey can taste a lot like cough medicine; just flavored alcohol. A good whiskey, like this is, will let you taste the peat, the char of the barrel, and whatever else they put in it, while the alcohol doesn’t burn. A great. They immediately offered me and my ladies, free food for life, after hearing we’d be living in Springfield after we were all done dancing.After having made that promise, although I kept it to myself, I wondered if I could talk my future wife to live somewhere with more to do? Ohio does have a lot to do,!Hennie told us how often they would see my Grandpa Xavier and Grandma Ruth in here, causing us all to remember them. After we all got something to drink, I raised my glass of soda and said. Gentleness flew right out the window as I howled out "Fuck me!" so loud the people in the town over could hear. The sensation hit me like a brick wall as an orgasm robbed the breath from my lungs. Dane kept pumping his hips, roughly grinding me against the sweaty seat. His swollen sac slapped against my hairy hole as he went to town, cursing and grumbling about how amazing my body was. "Ooo, Rob!" Dane panted, ravishing my hole. "Your tunnel is tight enough to squeeze the cream out of me. I. ."Two fingers working in her gash kept her licking and talking; Hubert interrogated her for fifteen minutes, and found himself thoroughly satisfied with her truthfulness. But one revelation was truly surprising... "Why do you keep coming back?" he asked. "If others possess this trait, you can do better..." Uh uh!" Charlotte had argued. "Sweetheart, I've had football teams -- and NOBODY keeps up with me like YOU do!"If Hubert had any doubts about Charlotte's answers that night, the.