“Fuck off, man! You got to “hit” the bottle! If it isn’t broken, it doesn’t count,” Bert told him.“Ah, fuck!” Jeff complained, before ...racing for his last shot. “How many do I have left?” he asked.“One,” Bert and Paul said in unison.“One,” Jeff muttered to himself as he concentrated. The end of the barrel was wobbling all over the place.BANG! Swing and a miss.“Shit,” Jeff quietly grumbled as he lowered the rifle and stepped back from the line. Bert handed Paul his beer without a word, then took. ‘Hi Jasper,’ I said shakin’ hands with her and not believin’ for a minute that this young, pretty, little thing was really his cousin or that her name was really Jasper. Knowin’ what the rest of his kinfolk looks like, he’d have to think me a fool for me to think that he has such a pretty cousin. Besides, I’ve met all of Slo Joe’s kinfolk and he never mentioned he had a cousin named Jasper, ‘specially one so good lookin’. I wonder if his wife knows Slo Joe’s kin is in town. The least he could. . I move myself to the edge of the bed - sticking my head over the edge --- stand up baby -- and come here - you get off the bed and walk over to me -- I lean back my head and getting rdy for your big hard cock .....I'm laying on my back - with my head over the edge of the bed - tilted back - ready for you to slide your big dick down my throat mmmm you come to me - your so hard -you straddle my head -- you think I'm going to put your cock in my mouth --*smiles* --I lift him up and. It wasn’t long before drums were being distributed around the circle. Grandpa Leo, Grandpa Ken, and Papa Dave rolled a huge drum made out of an oak barrel to one side of the circle and the three of them sat around it with big sticks. Most of the rest of us had smaller drums that we were supposed to beat on with our hands. I figured I should be able to at least keep a rhythm going. I could already smell the sweet aroma of weed burning as some of the guys were passing around a joint. I found a.