Probably 6 or 7 is all you can put on a 20 amp circuit." I figure we can load the gurney in the back of the Hummer to drive to the cave. It's better t...an a pickup with a shell on it," I brought out."Ya, that'd work," Earl said. "He don't need any comfort. We just need to get him in the cave and then we've got everything covered." As long as ya'all are puttin' down plywood to roll the gurney on, why don't you put up walls too? That way he won't know it's a cave," Bubba put on the table."Ya, then. My hips start to build a rhythm of pulling halfway back before slamming you hard on the return trip. With each thrust I hear our flesh slap as we increase the tempo with you pushing back as I move forward. Suddenly I catch you off guard and when I thrust forward harder than before you lose your balance and topple forward onto the mattress disengaging my cock from your ass.I can’t help from bursting out with laughter from that but I’m already moving to adjust. Taking a pillow from the bed I. He said, "Come here, faggot." I got up and walked over to him."Why the fuck you still standing, bitch? On them fucking knees," he nearly yelled. Like a good slut I just got on my knees and waited. He pulled his cock out of his sagging jeans and just stuck it in my face. "Get to work, slut."I wrapped my left hand around it and took the head into my mouth. I began to bob up and down on his still soft cock. Eventually after a few minutes of sucking his thick cock, he was finally fully hard. I. “It’ll come to you Son. Like I said, you can practice on the machine and nets we have at home, I’ll help you. Let me try your stick,” he asked.Dan noticed the immediate difference in weight and balance and wristed several shots at the net to judge the feel of the stick. He turned away, and skated towards a puck. Carl trained the speed gun on the puck. It made a different slapping sound against the ice and puck compared to his wooden one.“114!” Carl exclaimed.“Okay, Brad, set me up for a.