”I was ‘multi-tasking.’ While I was talking to Bea ... and Junior ... and Albert, I was checking out the tipi. It was correct as far as the Laub...n’s direction went. But it was typical Boy Scout’s in decor ... sleeping bags, carpet and sorta lawn chairs ... a planed down 2x12 back with a slot cut for a 2x12 seat with an extension through the slot. Two pieces of wood and a little sawing and it’s a seat.“Nice chairs, Burt.” I was more interested in changing the subject than talking about my family. She said no and I walked off towards the kitchen.As familiar as it was normally, the office was a strange landscape with the lights out. Our small section at the east side had a few lights on, but there was no point in having the whole of the third floor blazing. I poured my coffee and threw in some cream and sugar to dampen the taste of the thick brew we were favoring for alertness that weekend. The on duty security guard stopped by while stood against the counter and took a few sips. He. ..But Woodstock is the home of Bacchus, and his wild girls.And they are capable of both creation ...And destruction.I tuck the three spirits inside me, and look for the kidnapper, who hasbeen a busy boy, apparently.He's arranged his victims in a circle, with the three special ones inthe middle facing each other. Nobody'd dead yet, which is a good sign,but the guy won't be much longer prepping.He's taken off his shirt, painted some glyphs on his chest, and whettinga knife ...Fortunately, before. Just before he was about to blow he had me stand directly in front of him and massage his cock. We looked directly eye to eye and he pulled my head to his and put his tongue in my mouth. I had never kissed a guy before but was so excited I didn't resist. We made out for a few minutes while I stroked him and then he told it was time to eat his cum. He asked me again if I was completely ready to swallow for him. Again I said yes. Before I dropped back to my knees he warned me that he was a large.