I dunno. I’ve only been working here for a few months. I used to work across town at Dave’s Dive Bar. You ever go there?”“I’ve heard of it, ...ut never been there. Dang you look so familiar. It’ll come to me.”“Well how old is your son, maybe we went to school together.”“Oh he’s not my kid, just a friend. But wait, you’re a neighbor boy?”“Yeah, I used to live around here when I was a kid, but that was ages ago.”Snap“Ah! Corby, Emilio Corby. 855 Shelby Drive. You’re Ravenna & Oto’s kid.”“Whoa, wait. He thrust vigorously against my leg, and breathed heavily into my mouth. I knew he would soon find his relief. I was so desperate for my relief that I vainly tried to reposition myself, struggling helplessly for my share of the pleasure. But my leg struggled up and down his nether regions, taking him towards climax. A controlled groan left his lips, and spurts of his cum landed on my leg and skirt. For a few moments he rested against me, squeezing out the last drops. His grip on my hands. That's a lot for a garage size still." Okay, so let me thing backwards, What is a good size back yard cooking still?" I asked."If it was me and I wanted to do a one man operation which is probably what your reader is going to want to do. I would go with a twenty five gallon pot and cook twenty gallons at a time. Then if your reader wanted to cook less he could. If he wanted more he could reuse his mash and cook another run. If he made two batches he would want to mix them before he bottled one. . ahem ... palace."The Marine acting as doorman for the party was about to say something when he saw Sharon who passed him the Emir's invitation on which she had scribbled the names of the two women."His Magnificence Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever and have many sons, Emir of Kobekistan, with Her Highness the Princess Alima and Her Highness the Princess Ayda," the Marine intoned, desperately trying to avoid looking at the curved flesh close to his side.All conversation stopped and all.