Let me first say that we were all there at that big to do you threw last September. We were drawn to each other as we all felt kinda out of place, bei...g that we are all southern small-town folk, and all. And when we saw that we all had jugs of shine, well we struck up our own little party, let me tell you! True shine men all have the same war stories and issues no matter about color. By the time that we closed your show each night we were pretty well into our cups. The stories of who got. " Of course you can. Sian calls him Gustav after some old big wig from Sweden, but you can call him whatever you want. Touch and feel whatever you like, but no biting or gouging with your fingernails!"I laid down on my back, and Julie scooted down the bed to get a closer view."Gustav as a name is fine by me. He seems so big! He's twitching a bit."She put her fingers on my cock and lifted him up. He gave a very big twitch."That's the blood flowing in. He's got a very good eye for beautiful. Knowing that’s what the girl was worrying about. “Come over here.” Martin pulled her closer. They laid themselves into the hay and Martin started to kiss her. She didn’t resist. Alyssa was getting better at it again, she now occasionally sucked his tongue when he entered her mouth. As they were making out, he managed to take off his shirt. Only breaking off the kissing for an instant. “Mmh. Alyssa you’re getting better at this.” Complimented Martin. Saying stuff like that, would surely make. First it started bad, then got good, then turned sour again.She opens the door and steps inside.“Hello?” George calls out. “Creature ... thing ... whatever the fuck you are ... you here?” He closes the door and steps into the living room. “Hey, you fucking here or what?”“Calm the fuck down,” the creature says stepping out of the kitchen. In his mouth is a cigar, in one hand a beer and barely covering him a robe. “I’ve got a fucking name, and it sure as hell ain’t creature or thing.” George’s.