”I complained that I hurt too bad to do anything, but he didn’t care. He kept yelling at me to hurry. Upstairs, I took a handful of Tylenol to hel... with the pain. When I got downstairs with my bag, he hustled me out the door. One of Dad’s crew had a car waiting, and we headed out.Kevin Butcher:The Friday before the Labor Day weekend, the Schmidts and I discussed plans for the upcoming holiday weekend. I volunteered to smoke a Boston butt. Both Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt liked the idea. Mr. Schmidt. I took his cock with both hands, sliding them up and down, then holding the cock head in one hand and his balls in the other. I massaged both, stopped and looked up his body to his face. I smiled but my eyes, I was sure, were showing the lust that my body was feeling taking hold of me once again. “How may I pleasure, Tom?”“Everything you do is pleasing, Michele.”I didn’t stop my massaging of him, but I wanted a preference from him, “Then let me make the request more specific, Tom. Where would. As usual, I let it go to voicemail because fuck those fucking robocalls. After a minute my phone notified me that they had left a voicemail. I entered my password and waited for the usual robotic voice telling me the IRS was coming for me if I didn’t give them my banking information.“Hello? Hello, Tom?”I sat up. That was Eudora, Demie’s mother.“Damnit, I heard your voice. Why aren’t you answering me? Tom! This infernal gadget ... Look, I’m at 4356 Kent Avenue, apartment 304. Please come as soon. I’ll even give you the secret recipes so you can make pee-can pies when you go back home.”“Cookie, are you telling us the truth?” Lee Yu asked as she grinned and looked at the other girls.“Lee Yu, I’d never tell a tall tale about my pies to any of you Crow young’uns. Just you wait and see, you’ll be wantin’ a pee-can pie every day of the week when you get a taste of Cookie’s secret pee-can pie recipe.”“Do you want us to shell some of these pee-cans for your pies? Momma showed us how when we.