Then she stopped, turned toward me, and pointed at my cock as she said, “If you want to take care of that, I’ll be down in the kitchen starting breakfast.”
Needless to say I couldn’t jerk off after that. Then one night during our second week together Gretchen took my hand and led me to her bedroom. But now things were different. She was French kissing me. After that day we never got dressed again and we made love every time that I could get it up, no matter where we were. We made love again, and again she held me in her but it didn’t matter. Oh God! When I saw the bottle I then realized that the cranberries were used to make wine. Cranberry Bog
One of my mother’s friends arranged for me to go to Cape Cod, Massachusetts to work for the summer.
