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The machine DMT pipe has been a hit on the internet, and many different tutorials are available to make it. The machine DMT pipe is a homemade pipe created by handy tokers for the most optimum setup available with cheap tools. However, no matter how handy you are, making the machine DMT pipe will be dangerous as you have to drill through a glass bottle. After drilling through a glass bottle, you will have to be extremely careful with cleaning the bong as it is very easy to leave glass dust or shards behind.

The machine DMT pipe can be difficult to execute and even if you do get it just right, it is hard to clean, and you may end up wasting time making another one. If you are not handy or familiar with tools, the machine DMT pipe is not worth it in the end and is not recommended. The DMT bong method works well for taking big inhalations of vapor. Using the sandwich method with a bong can be a great way to blast off.

The downfall to the DMT bong method is how big and fragile bongs usually are. With a bong, you will most likely require an extra set of hands to help you manage all of your equipment. There are quite a few DMT pipe methods you can learn about through a simple search, but deciding which is the best DMT pipe can be tricky. When you get your hands on a stash of DMT, you want to preserve and get the most from your crystals.

The best type of DMT pipe out there is going to be a dab rig that you can properly vaporize your substance with while at the same time keeping your equipment safe. Close menu. Stashtray Bundle. Blacked Out Bundle. Stashtray Modules. Sister Sites. Octave High Tech.

Narrow your search:. Cut Outs. Page 1 of 2. Next page. Recent searches:. Create a new lightbox Save. Create a lightbox Your Lightboxes will appear here when you have created some. Save to lightbox. Crack addicts in Montreal, Canada. Crack addict in Montreal, Canada. She looked do out of it and so used. I felt my cock getting hard. The thoughts of what just happened ran through my mind.

I knew she just fucked a stranger for money or drugs. Kelly what the fuck? She just looked at me and said Hey big brother. I walked over to her and stood in front of her looking down at her. Kelly looked back up with her big blue eyes and said, Im sorry I just dont know why I do this.

I said its ok. You know I can help you out with that if you want. With what I replied and she said this. And she rubbed my cock through my jeans. I was hard as a rock and it was obvious. I didnt say a word. I just stood there as my sister unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. She began stroking my cock looking up at me. I watched as she slid her little hand up and down my shaft.

She stopped for a second and took one last hit off her crack pipe then. Put it down and began sucking my cock. I watched her head go up and down as I held her blonde hair aside. I watched as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. She licked and sucked my cock while twirling her tongue around the head of my cock.

I couldn't last I knew I was going to cum and I held her head as I emptied my load into my sisters throat. She swallowed it all. She looked up and giggled, how was that she asked? Amazing I said. I knew you would like it.

Yes I did. Kelly moved up onto the bed and took off her skirt and tank top. She was completely naked. Ok its my turn she said and she lifted her legs up and spread wide showing me her perfectly shaved pussy. What do you want I asked? Eat me David eat my pussy. I know you want to. Oh how right she was.

I got up on the bed taking my jeans an shirt off in the process. I laid between her legs and I lowered my mouth to her pussy. I could smell the sex on her but I didn't care. I buried my tongue in her and licked all the way up to her clit.

I licked her like I hadn't ever licked a woman before. I licked her with long and shirt strokes of my tongue tasting her. I pushed my tongue into her hole making her squirm. I knew she had fucked one of those guys earlier and I didn't care. I could taste his cum. I licked up every drop out of her pink pussy. I must've made Kelly cum 3 or 4 times before I couldnt lick her no more.

Now fuck me she said A great institution is all but gone. One that has relieved the pain and pressure from many a young man. An institution that was my only reason for going to Nashville, other than Tootsies Orchid Lounge. The massage parlor. They survived many a disaster but I guess the hard times caught up with them.

Politicians did them in, I assume. Any time there was a mayorial election, they had to lay low, but survived. But now they are gone. I guess that you could still get a massage in Nashville, but they are mostly mobile or on Craigs List. And expensive. And you have to pay extra for the "Happy ending. Any thing else was to be negotiated, but the hand job was a given. My favorite was a place on 16th Av.

It had no sign and I am not sure how I found it. And I don't remember anyone else being there when I arrived other than the owner. I can't remember the ladies name for sure but "Sue" seems to stick in my mind.

She was a slim, dark haired lady. She had very small breasts but some of the longest nipples I've seen. And I am a nipplemaniac. I am not sure that she would go further than the hand job as I never asked her. I am a lover of the hand job, so that was fine with me. One time she did do a little more but I'll get to that. I was in the Army at the time, stationed at Ft Campbell. I would head home for most weekends and would stop to see her twice a month Pay day on the way home.

Some times more, if the money was there. It was perfect for me. That was soon after Vietnam and most women would have nothing to do with a soldier. Especially a Vietnam vet. When I would arrive, Sue would greet me at the door. She was upstairs in an old house. We would talk for a few minutes and then go into the massage room. She would tell me to get ready and she would be right back. I'd get undressed and lay on my stomach on the table. There would be a towel under me and when she came back in she would place a towel across by backside.

She would strip to the waist and usually have on a pair of short, shorts. She would start the massage at my shoulders and move to my arms and neck. Now, one thing different about Sue was that she gave a damn good massage. She actually knew what she was doing.

She would use oil or powder depending on your preference. I chose powder for the most part and oil for the ending. But I'd leave there feeling great as well as my pipes cleaned out. She would work her way downfrom the shoulders to my back. She would rub my backside underneath the towel and lightly run her fingers up and down the crack and spreading and kneading the cheeks. Now, just for record, I am straight. But I am not ashamed to say that I love a woman to play with my butt.

As she moves to my upper thighs she works the inside of them, still rubbing my cheeks ever so often. When I lay down, I made sure that my legs were parted and my penis and testicles were between them and not underneath.

I'd stay accessible. Many times, as she would be working my butt and inside my upper thighs, she would "Accidentally" lightly rub her fingers across my pecker and balls.

Already hard, I would sometimes shoot my load at that point. She would make some kind of comment such as,"Well, we are ready today, aren't we. She would work her way down to my feet and even to my toes. After the toes, it's time to turn over. She would remove the towel from my butt and let me turn and place the towel over my privates. If I hadn't shot my load earlier, the towel would not lay flat.

Even if it did lay flat at first, soon it would not. She would pretty much do the same on the front as she had in back. But now I can see more. As she is working, she is "Accidentally" touching different parts with nipples.

There is nothing like the feel of nipples on you pecker as she is working your upper legs. And at times,"Accidentally" touching your privates along the way. When through with the feet, she would work her way up to the upper and inner thighs again. Now I am, or again, harder than Superman's kneecap. She pulls the towel up to my stomach so I am exposed. She dips her fingers in a bowl of warm oil and rubs it on her hands. She lays her head on my upper thigh and gently starts to rub me.

She takes her time and at the same time gently massaging my balls and the perineum. With her breathing on it and looking at it, it wouldn't be long that I would shoot. At the first squirt, she would hold it a little tighter and skin it back and hold it until I was finished shooting.

At the same time she is gently squeeezing by balls. Then she slowly works it up and down a couple of times to get the last drops out. Then she would clean me off. We would talk some while getting dressed. I would tell her that I'd be back and be on my way feeling better than I had in two weeks. Before I end this, I have to tell about my last visit. A couple of months earlier, I told her that I had orders for Germany.

A few days before I had to leave, I went there and informed her that this would be my last visit for about three years. She seemed genuinly sad but every thing went as usual untill the last part.

She didn't oil her hands and she put her head on my lower stomach. Then she said,"Tell me before you cum,OK. I said,OK. She proceeded to give me a slow, gentle and toe curling blow job. I say slow as she was taking it slowly but I, on the other hand, had to give her the warning very soon.

She took it out of her mouth and the rest was as usual. She said that it was a going away present. The good old days, gone in Nashville. I swear that if I could find a woman who could give a massage like that again, I'd marry her. No questions asked. Later folks. This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.

She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real violence Kristen had whined the entire week before they left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight, and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They intended that this would be a good old fashioned family holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg- ging had managed to sway them. Thus she was now standing on the runway in a baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag- gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible.

It was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug- gage sitting beside him. Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused, astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same way. She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning young woman. Her development had started early. Even when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity was such that she was taken for a girl several years older.

She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways to her benefit. At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing clothes and positioning her body in such a way that older boys and even grown men would groan and flash carnal visual images in their minds. By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school, to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers, combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her- self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs, or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off. She'd gotten great grades in High School without having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard. Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer group in school, few openly questioned her methods for academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just this year, and had found the college professors even more willing to come under her sway. The high school teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and even after she passed the age of consent, of firing, if caught with her. College teachers didn't really have to worry about that.

Affairs between students and teachers weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry about consequences. Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was cut off just below the breasts, she was the near perfection of a sexual creature.

She didn't even have to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could automatically bring males organs to erection. Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a ballet dancer. Her breasts were large enough to cause double takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect symmetry of her shape.

They were high and perfectly round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved, even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in the exact center of each breast, which, when hard, lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and sweet and lovely knees. Her ass would have won awards if such were given, and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest.