As I went down it slowly I could hear some sort of sound, but I couldn’t make out what it was. As I got near Derek’s room, I could tell the sound... was coming from there. I thought maybe he’d gone to sleep with the television on, but there weren’t voices. I don’t think I can describe the sound I was hearing. For one thing, I wasn’t really thinking what it sounded like, just that I didn’t know what it was. Derek has a nightlight in his bathroom, and it casts a faint bluish-white light over his. Angie was now moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts, Deb had 2 fingers inside her and her other hand rubbing her clit, juices were running from her cunt lips, the middle aged woman slid a finger between her legs her dark pubic hair separated as she found her clit. I started fucking Liz harder, the sound of me slapping against her ass rang out. Angie started to orgasm, her body writhing as Deb fucked her pussy, the guy stroking his cock was getting faster and faster, Liz was pushing back on. He continued to take his cock out and stroked it while his sister slept there with no knowing of what was happening and being filmed. He continued to jack off over his sister’s body as he stood with her between his legs as he towered over her when suddenly the damn cell phone went off. Acting quickly he grabbed the phone to muffle it or try and turn it off, after some fiddling around with it, it stopped ringing. Relieved that it was over he looked down to see his sister wide eyed looking. " Okay, so let me thing backwards, What is a good size back yard cooking still?" I asked."If it was me and I wanted to do a one man operation which is probably what your reader is going to want to do. I would go with a twenty five gallon pot and cook twenty gallons at a time. Then if your reader wanted to cook less he could. If he wanted more he could reuse his mash and cook another run. If he made two batches he would want to mix them before he bottled one run would be higher in alcohol then.