“No pots with copper bottoms like you see in the pictures in magazines.”“They spread heat okay, but they don’t hold it. Heavy steel is better....The best cookware comes from Europe, unfortunately. I like to buyAmerican whenever I can. At least my cast iron ware is American.“Don’t tell me you cook?”“Yep, I like to cook. Learned as a little boy. My older sister hated the kitchen, so Mom made me help her. She didn’t realize she was doing me a big favor. If a man is going to be a bachelor, he should. Stan chuckled, “That’s right, Tom, stroke that prick while your slutty little wife gobbles up my cock!”Betty’s jaw was a little sore from opening so wide to accommodate Stan’s thick shaft. But eventually Stan grabbed her head and pushed himself in as far as possible. Betty was choking on his dick, but Stan held her head in place and thrust his hips. Tom spit on his hand and stroked slowly while he watched his wife get used.Stan eased up and let Betty catch her breath, while he played with her. I raised my hands and placed them behind myhead. Then I elevated my juicy shaft so that mycunt-hungry admirer could look deep into my fieryslit. I cried to him:“Rollie dear, make your’s come, I want to see itshoot!”I went through the motions of fucking as I hadwatched him going through the lewd ceremony. If Iwere really jazzing some one I imagine that I wouldhave been one hot and furious fuck. All this broughtme to apoint of maddening erotic feeling. I felt thatif I saw him. .. he did not"."Come on it Wendy, whether you believe it or not your cousin was a drunkard. Take for example that gathering, not long after they were married, he was so drunk that he couldn't stand up and fell head long into the garden and his wife and her father got him to his feet. He had been consuming the brown ale almost in a continuous motion since we had arrived. I know I counted eight schooners he consumed"."He ... he was tied and he slipped. He wasn't drunk and to say he was is a false.