It's really smooth. No training wheels needed, at least not for me," she said as she rounded the corner from the kitchen to the living room holding a ...bottle and two shot glasses. Her sentence trailed off as she saw me sitting in the recliner with my legs up on the foot rest. She smirked again as she shook her head and let it drop slightly.I wasn't quite sure what she was shaking her head at, but I dropped the foot rest and leaned up to the table where she had set the bottle and glasses down.. “Yes Steve, I love it! I love your cock! Oh shit! It feels so fucking good! Don’t stop Steve! Please don’t stop!” he’d already cum twice in the last half an hour - stopping wasn’t too likely to be a problem. Suddenly his right hand left my hip and he brought it down hard on my right butt cheek. SMACK!“You like that you dirty bitch?!”“Yes! Yes please! Harder! Harder Steve! Please!” SMACK! SMACK! “Uugghh!” I moaned out in pain. “Yes! Hurt me, Steve! Please! Punish me! Punish me!”“Whore!!!” he. Her black heritage from the slave days in the deep south. Some of my brothers took after dad who was pure dutch. His parents coming from the Netherlands, when he was six. His parents taught my dad Dutch and he could speak it fluently. We visited my grandparents at least once a week on Sundays. Most of the time just dad and I visited his parents. We never got to visit moms parents because they had died before any of us were born, grandma from cancer and grandpa died a year later, mom told me. The small barrel was easily disassembled and Jón and I looked at the construction. He said, This is well made but it is still too weak. The staves will have to be thicker and the top and bottom much thicker." I would build better if I knew what it would contain." That may be true but I will not tell you yet. Has the barrel you made been taken yet? Fálki was going to make sure it got delivered." Yes it did. I added one more notch to the tally stick. What am I to do with this barrel?"How much.