My toolbox consists of a butter knife and a hammer. If I can’t fix something with a butter knife, I smash it with a hammer and buy a new one. Only, ...ow, without a job and without money, I can’t buy anything. I don’t even know how to make cookies, another one of their suggestions for a cheap, albeit thoughtful and homemade gift. Only, this year, I plan on making the best of a bad situation. I’ve already ordered my Christmas dinner from the grocery store. If that wasn’t bad and sad enough, I. It was the right choice. As the party goers resumed motion, Fritz heard a group of them calling out to the one he sought."Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug!"Fritz saw that the chant was directed at a ruddy-faced young woman with blonde braids and HUGE gazongas. Heidi held a big stein of beer, it's foamy head slowly sliding over the rim. Her wide, blinking eyes, glowing complexion, and broad grin all bore witness that this was not her first. Her gaze weaved and swerved at. She honestly for the life of her could not believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes. Tom let his head fall back and let out a soft moan as his mother slowly let his cock out of her mouth but before the head of his cock would come back into sight she would suck it back into her mouth. She then began moving her head back and forth, slowly at first but then increased her pace. Diane was in shock! The scene that unfolded in front of her seemed so unnatural, like watching a pig. I took a step back and pulled with all my weight on the door and it finally popped open, knocking me on my drunk ass. I was cracking up and when i brushed my hair out of my eyes, all i could see was him standing literally like not even like three feet away from me, wearing a hand towel on his dick, and wearing only a hand towel.I was speechless. He looked down at me on the floor and said he remembered me saying I liked big dicks. I nodded and he pulled the hand towel off, and boom. big. fat..