Mix itthoroughly. My favorite method is the butter knife method. Instead of aspoon, which always seems to leave a little bit around the edges at thebo...tom, I go with a butter knife. It does a much better job of gettingthat yummy chocolate all mixed in. My freshly prepared glass of chocolate milk and I then moved to theliving room where I plopped down on the couch. As I sat there sippingthe chocolaty goodness and trying to clear my head, my innerphotographer started looking around I noticed. And his life moved on, days turned into months, months turned into years and now nine years since walking through the servants gate he was getting yet another promotion."Nicolas," Mikhail called, "come over here."Nicolas smiled and walked over, sitting down with Mikhail at the rough worktable in the center of the kitchen.Nicolas liked Mikhail, of the three kitchen bosses, he was his favorite.Nadia, the night boss was a real bitch, taking out her own frustrations at being 'wasted' fixing late. She loved the taste of him it was so strange as if her taste buds went haywire. Sending her signals as if he was chocolate and she wanted the lick all of it up. He was memorized by her kisses, never wanting this moment to stop. It was so unreal, like he dreamed it all before. They fell to the ground he was on top of her, her shirt was opened up with her breasts exposed. She removed it as he removed his watching each other while they completed the task. She looked down at the buttons to his. Dad was OK – his black boxer shorts hid his erection for now – but then he noticed a fleeting glimpse of Mandy’s arse clad in tight leggings, not jodhpurs and it grew. Alia tried to pull down her baggy tee-shirt to cover her newly acquired dark brown pubic hair – she and Dad had only drawn it on with eyebrow pencil before lunch. The Tee noticed a row of heart shapes diving down across Alia’s buttocks, ending in a kiss on the inside of one thigh.Tee stood close behind Alia, trying not to show.