. less slop and zero backlash. Stringing up the bass, I discovered I liked playing it and I didn’t like the Ampeg sound with the Eminence. I wonder ...ho cones speakers? Somewhere close to the average threshold of human hearing. I resorted to my phone.Dialing“Two Bit?”“Hi John. Karen Post.”“I was wondering, Who does speaker re-coning?”“Grainger?”“Oh ... the Grainger Industrial Catalog.”“Where would I find a catalog?”“Kiewit’s?” I had a flash of understanding.“Thanks John.”Fumbling through the. He was humming a song to himself and didn't seem to have a care in the world. When I contrasted this to my near panic, I decided that irreguardless of what his title really was, to me he would always be known as the GAS-PASSER.There were two nurses located on either side of Sharon. They looked and sounded nice and professional though, as I was soon to learn, they were wicked and sadistic – at least to me. As I said, there was a drape across Sharon's chest. It was situated just high enough that. I knew Tyler had a very thick cock from our playful antics when we hung out. He was slightly obese, hairy Italian, 5’10 300 7c very fat even when flaccid. He wasn’t confident at all but didn’t seem to be gay or bisexual. I didn’t sleep enjoying the feeling of his throbbing cock as his breathing began to quicken I knew he was about to adjust his sleeping position. He pushed his crotch painfully into my ass half a sleep causing me to jerk waking him up. He impaled me in his own underwear. This was Jason, not some drunk frat guy. Laying back she rested her head on the towels Jason had laid out for her. Lifting her right leg, Jason began stretching it, pushing it towards her head. As he did, his large, lean body loomed over her. Suddenly, with his body so close, practically on top of hers, Alexis didn’t see Jason anymore. She saw the guy. The last one of her attackers she could remember before passing out. As he shoved himself into her she began kicking at him with her right leg..