If the roaster is doing this special, tell him I need the beans roasted to Full City. I will need a small grinder and a drip coffee maker with paper f...lters, not one of those metal strainers, in my room. You can certainly charge me for all that, plus maybe a selection of the local brews in a fridge? I love making beer and enjoy tasting the efforts of other microbrewers.OK now I had him and any other man would have cried uncle and just said 'Yes, sir.' This guy just didn't know when to give. He had a way of making a person feel as though they belonged, was noble, heroic, superior.Justine Loudon, lounged in a small bean bag chair in Jamal's hooch. A rare luxury, she had found it a decadent but comfortable item. She wore only a short red sarong; the rest of her shapely, thin body was bare. She twirled her full, dark hair around her left index finger as she semi-dozed -- her very beautiful and large brown eyes shaded by long, dark lashes half-opened, staring at nothing in particular.. Don could see her smooth sexy legs with her sitting on the barstool, as he sat down beside her. When the bartender came over, Don ordered a drink for himself and another one for Annette. They sat there drinking their drinks making small talk while Don was thinking, ‘I sure would like to shove my hard cock into Annette’s hot pussy and fuck the hell out of her. I bet she could give really good head with that sexy mouth of hers. She’s not married, so no husband to worry about.’After she finished. Grandad ran a nudist camp in spain near the sea and had done for a long time, we had become friends with a lot of regulars but my favorites were grandads best friends whom were now all late 50s early 60s. My best times were on their poker nights when I was allowed to stay up late as mum and dad would go off to the local town for the night, they would set up the table in a private room. When I was young I would sit on granddads lap watching and listening as they talked about some new young girl.