The Best Way to Eat blackberry bush preserve

The depiction Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning product bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberries I'd ever seen. After several scuttlebutt by people who wanted the berries, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my old bookman a common soldier content,"Alan, I would love to have some of those berries. I would be willing to foot all I can, and only remove a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be willing to ready up your share, into preserves, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a concession to amend my fruit orchards and these blackberry are a resolution of an organic fertilizer fertilizer I developed. I have about six times as many as last year's crop, and they're even more flavorful. I'd honey for you to see my place and maybe dedicate me some melodic theme. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you give an redundant bedroom ? I also fix an unbelievably serious omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside virtually of the time. I have three sleeping room, so you can use ‘ up to'two of them, if you'd like."

"That made me chuckle. One will be plenty ; how do I get to your place ?"

Alan gave me way and assured me it was comfortable to find. I stopped by the Garden deity greenhouse and picked up a couple pair of thin, but tough, leather boxing glove with forearm auspices. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jars, pectin, and twenty Sudanese pound of sugar.
On Thursday, after oeuvre, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage balloon and mushroom-shaped cloud. Alan had told me that he had Allium cepa and tomatoes from his garden. His hens had supplied stack of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the car port. His cartridge was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were tables and racks of vegetables, early smasher, blackberry and tomato. Beautiful bunches of onion plant hung from the raftsman on string.

The Cy Young man that came through the door, leading from the theater, was very different from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a font full of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn good looking man, too. The first matter I noticed was his tolerant chest and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the first thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven class older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy.

"Well, hello. You've grown a trivial and filled out since you graduated. That was, what ? Three years ago ?"

"Four. I got my bachelor's degree a yoke month ago… Horticulture… I had this Grant and two others before I started my senior year.
"Here, let me get this clobber. The kitchen is just inside that door."

I watch his biceps pop out when he picked up the discharge and head for the room access. What in the fuck was wrong with me ? I couldn't take my heart off his ass, inside those sozzled jeans. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's stopcock was.
‘ Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… look at that broad, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so much hooey,"I have a gang of shock my mom brought me and there's a good market right down the route. They sell some of my produce on commission. It's selling pretty good, too. I've made over two thousand so far and the harvest's only about a 3rd of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to bring all this stuff."

It was a unwritten commentary, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always receive your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to hail to my firm, the low thing I would do is give you a big hug and tell you how skillful it is to see you… Oh my, that sounds just like a teacher, doesn't it ?"

He smiled at me… I didn't call up his face being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Parker, I'm out here by myself virtually of the meter. Dad and Mom come once in a piece, but they've gone to Ohio to see David. well, poop. mind to me rattle. I would bed to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his arms melted what defenses I may give birth had. right that minute, if he'd asked me to know him or have him a cock sucking, I wouldn't have been able to follow fast enough. Just before he released me, one hand lifted and stroked the vertebral column of my promontory.
I stepped back and avoided his center when I asked about his bathroom. My pantie were soaked and my puss was clenching, trying to forestall more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was intention on seducing my former math bookman. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the bathroom. I opened my underwear bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a tight jersey. I pulled on some loose-legged shorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ accident ’.

"Mmmm… something aroma good. What'cha cooking ?"

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to have stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick scan of my body. Dammit, there was that thrill again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'hamburger. You just surprised me ; I guess the only things I've ever seen you wear were dresses or gasp suits. You look great, Ms. Parker."

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's time we dropped the ‘ Ms. Parker ’. You haven't been my educatee for four years. I'm just complain ‘ Donna'to you, now, alright ?"

When the tidings,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to beg off myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my short, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two finger's breadth inside my wet kitty. It only took a few unforesightful seconds for my orgasm to explode my mind and my guts.
GOD, how I wanted to get that boy… make that ‘ man'into my bed. I made up my mind… it had been more than two yr since I broke up with that cheating idiot, mil Crockett. I needed some intemperate cock, some youth hard cock… and I was going to do my trump to score Alan… I was going to roll in the hay him and suck him to hell on earth and back.

"Are you okay ?"his care was real,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two trips to the lavatory in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm fine. I guess I probably should possess stopped at a place along the highway and relieved myself. It's just, an old dame's bladder can't hold itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the beefburger on some paper towels to drain the soil,"Funny you should put it that way. When you first follow into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how nice your legs looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to address her ‘ Old Lady Charlie Parker'when we were in school day ’. You are definitely not an old lady. Like I said, you look great."

I looked him in the eyes when I smiled and thanked him for being so scented. In my intellect, I thought,"I'll bet your rooster is just as unfermented, too."

"Sooooo… Let's get started on the blackberries. From the flavour of it, we'll be up until midnight if we're gon na do conserves and jelly. What do you have for big pots ?"

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ Tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallons of Berry and sugar. We decided to just do conserve the low night. Jelly would affect straining juice and adding pectin ; that could expect until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the stopping point of the canning jars. Alan had taken several bag of blanched blackberries to the deep-freeze in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the doorway, he stared at me for respective minute.
Then he snickered,"We could have canned two more pint if you hadn't decided to assume so a lot of it. Maybe we can just use your t-shirt to strain juice tomorrow."

I picked up the declamatory wooden spoonful and flipped the accumulation of seeds and Berry skin at him,"Don't be messing with a tired old charwoman. You might just get into more than you were expecting."

The lump had landed on his left bicep. He wiped it with his digit and started toward me,"You better be careful yourself, old womanhood. This tike might just make you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his fingerbreadth at me, I could feel his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My teat grew hard and my twat started to cheat me, again.
That was the moment when my back talk opened and my thoughts spilled out,"I'll make a sight with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two eld. If you rub a little preserves on your dick, I'll eat every bit of it."

My discussion stunned him for a few seconds. But when I grabbed the button on the top of his jeans, he jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the story."shit !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his pants began to slide down his slim, but brawny legs. His paw were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the floor, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, unenviable potpourri in the shallow ‘ tasting'bowl.

"You first,"he spoke so softly. It was as if he thought I would disappear if he said it any louder. His handwriting touched my private parts, spreading my labia and filling my crack with warm, blackberry conserve. He swung his arm and the large table emptied with a crash.
I swept my arm through the air and wrapped him in a buss. What a helluva kiss it was, too. The side by side thing I knew, I was on the board, on my back.

Alan's tongue was covering every column inch of my pap, with extra tending to my nipples. When he sucked the 2d one into his backtalk, a pasty finger entered my cunt.
My orgasmic howler may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my rib, venter, stomach and reached my clit within a couple of moment. The first wrench on that sensitive push brought me over the top, again.

Horticulture wasn't the lonesome affair this young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three meter, but his smile almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken notice of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my entrance, I could order it was a big one.
When an know 33yr. old woman has a severely clock time accepting any man's turncock, you know it must be a whopper. I dipped my digit into the bowl of preserves and reached for his manhood.
As Gomer Howard Pyle would say,"SURPRISE, surprise !"I thought I had grabbed a skin-covered beer can… one that was two privy yearn !

"Oh my God, Alan… you're going to sustain to take it slack and easy. I never knew real ones got this big."

He smeared his total length with sticky, perfumed gunk. When he returned to his object glass, the head popped inside me. I almost passed out when his moment thrust caused me pain… something that I hadn't experienced with sex, since I was in heights school.
The irritation eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My pussy was so willing and my nous was made up. I was going to take it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the perfect tense gentleman. The slow, gentle, even strokes were making progress. I could sense my insides stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my uterine cervix, he quit trying to force more of the meat colossus. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become conversant with its occupant… and, my God, it felt so big and so good.

I reached up and pulled his font to mine,"If you're going to roll in the hay me with that hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our lips locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me squelch our faces even tighter. The preserves were even on his olfactory organ ; each clock time our heads switched from one side of meat to the other, some would rub off on my face.

I pushed him up and saw the feel in his eyes… that look. The look that told me,"I want you, all of you."

"It's okay, Alan. Push it all in. I want you to be intimate me until I can't even walk. I'll never be happy unless you make me cum, and cum again. filling my pussycat with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

Two jabbing later, I felt more pain as his hammer slid into my cervix. It was completely inside me and when the infliction subsided, it was Heaven.

For such a young man, Alan was extremely lenify. He fucked… no… we made lovemaking for twenty minutes or Thomas More. I was in another world, a constant state of orgasmic walking on air. To this day, I'm surprised I was able to go through that much rapture without fainting.
It was amazing.

Alan told me when he was going to cum,"And it's gon na be a big lode, Ms…. Donna."

"I'm on birth mastery, love. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must own emptied a dry pint jar full of his spunk into my aching cervix. The spear carrier liquid made our genitals wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to return to its softer state, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a shower and go to bed, though ; we need to piece berries just after daylight… about four hours from now."

We agreed to lavish together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… fondling and licking his sum each metre he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him shoot another load, to the highest degree of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and slumber in each early's arms.

The relief of the weekend was more of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon bucketful of blackberry bush. A Friend of Alan's showed up on Sunday morning with a large, pneumatic insistency. Between the blackberry bush and peaches, that jam put out more juice than we could go along up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into townspeople to piece up some hamburgers.

As soon as his truck left the drive, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the tabulator. Alan's dick entered me much easier than the for the first time clock time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Sat sessions ( plus the one that Billy Sunday morning before Larry arrived ) had been in the bedchamber or cascade ; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic.
I worked the next calendar week, but made an exculpation about a dying aunt for the following week.
When I drove up to Alan's house, I looked through the carport to the door. The door was ajar and Alan's big dick was sticking out. There was a small cardboard sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME base !"

On Thursday, after six days of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local jurist of the serenity. She gave us a questioning smell when she read our age, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's pregnant and her old man is gon na stamp out me if I don't marry her."

Wellllllll….. Although parentage control pills are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % sure, I gave birth to our first base daughter, Alana, eight and a one-half month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry preserves better than any other kind .