I reach for the bottle of champagne I kept on ice to celebrate my day and pop the cork. I just start to pour when there's a knock at the door. As I go...to answer I can feel my nipples straining against my blouse and my pussy lips still swollen.I open the door and he walks in pushing me straight against the wall, kissing me hard, his hands all over my breasts teasing my nipples, he rips my blouse and forces my tits out my bra then bends his head to my nipples taking one at a time into his mouth,. ..... Yep....... the one that I had finished into, no .., it couldn't be? Was she?..... Or was I just imagining things? ..............."Now come and try some of your moms famous pie" she said "I would love to mom" I replied.After a having the pie, my mom ended up going supermarket shopping, "do you need anything from the shops" she said said before she left, "ye, just some energy drinks" I replied,....... "ok ........ Oh and hun , just make sure you take care of that before I get back .... you. Moving his mouth moved his skin, and moving his skin hurt his head. “Come, come, Mr. Gafferson. Let’s be gentlemen about this, shall we?” In Moe’s eyes, Boch was as far from being a gentleman as Miami was from Spokane. “It took you a little longer to get here than I had expected.” Boch glanced at the Rolex decorating his wrist. “The morning is half over.” He lazily scratched the tip of his nose with the barrel of a handgun. Moe’s Roscoe. “You’re not much of a detective, are you Mr. Gafferson?”. .. missed a part. The drum was supported off the ground by solid concrete blocks as a base. The four blocks were arranged so as to leave an opening to feed the drying fire. A propane torch such as the one used to heat branding irons was inserted in the pipe in the side ... forced air ... such as an Air Chaser with a hole in the base to allow the pipe for the propane torch insured adequate combustion and helped raise the heat.The crucible was a steel pipe with the base welded shut. Bolts through.