Her warm ass was against me and my hand rested uneasily on her thigh. Porn “No” I whispered. Her soft hair fell on my abdomen, it was heaven. In the faint light I could make out the line of her breasts. I hardly breathed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I landed on a freshly cut tree stump smashing my left shin. I crept along the right side of the house and peered into the barn, the sweet scent of fermenting grapes was everywhere. The feel of her nubile tits spurred me on. It was a barrel house, and the scrub I had been crawling through were the fertile plants that produce wine to this day.
