She gave me a shocked look and said that she didn’t think she could. I reminded her it was my birthday and my choice. As we pulled into their drivew...y she whispered back to me that she wasn’t sure if she could but she would try. Tom met the babysitter at the door as Stacy and I went upstairs. We looked in on their little boy and then I led her by the hand to their bedroom. We sat on the bed and embraced. Our lips met and then our tongues. I was getting so turned on by her soft lips on mine. As. Your eyes were still focused on the screen, your face the look of sheer determination. Yeah I bought it because Im a faggot. You replied to me and I reluctantly agreed. Hey, get off it, I mumbled, Im really bored, ugh. I crawled closer to you and hid my head behind your shoulder. Yeah, yeah, soon. I started to linger small kisses on your shoulder slowly making my way up to where your shirt reaches its neck line. I looked up to you and noticed you were starting to waver and slightly get. ..I kissed his dickhead and started sucking on it...he moaned loud caressing my hair as I sucked on him."It's so..good...don't stop..." He said, but I stopped anyway."Wanna try a 69...?" I asked."Sure...get that dick here..." He said, I positionated myself and kept on sucking on him, with him sucking on me now...it felt amazing then he stopped his blowjob."what...?" I asked."I gotta repay you for the otherday right...?" he asked."If you want..." I said."I do want" He said getting on his hands. "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 run would be higher in alcohol then the other."He was also filling the tape with antidotes as a writer would want for his.