That would be perfect." *"I put my card on the table over here." "Seriously? You'd give me a hand?" *"Sure. I like that kinda shit, I'm weird like that. And there's never a bad reason to start some sparks flying. Grinding, welding, cutting steel or stone, it's all good fun." "What other stuff can you do?" *"In my line of work, all kinds, electrical, mechanical, carpentry. All kinds of things. I've done some leather work, but I'm not great at it. I'm crafty in general though, especially at work. Sometimes I feel like Macguyver, without the fucking brains." I thought I heard a chuckle coming from his direction but I couldn't be sure. "And you really wouldn't mind?" *”Not at all. Like I said, it's fun. I enjoy using my hands, fixing and creating stuff." "I'm almost done, gimme a sec." *"Take your time, I'm tactical." It wasn't that many ticks on the clock before I heard those soft plodding footsteps walking back in my direction. He had changed into grey flannel pants and a matching shirt. Still barefoot, he handed me two beers, the weed and pointed to the bowl on the lamp table, then turned and walked over to a well aged, pot-bellied stove and fed in some of the wood from the pile next to it. Stiff hands fumbled with the lighter a couple of times, it refused his attempts, then, shot abruptly out of his grip and skittered to a rest by my feet. *”Want me to fire that up?” "Paplease! My fingers don't seem to be waworking right." I took the lighter from the floor and sparked it, put the flame to the kindling, and watched it, singe and smolder then flare to life. I placed the tinder under the neatly arranged pieces. Yellow tendrils became flashes and roared upwards. The fire danced, slowly at first, then forced itself to life, hypnotically swaying, to it's own quiet song. The heat came off in waves and ignited the rest of the wood in a violent fury. The smells of apple-wood and maple hinted on the air, leaving a sweet lingering aftertaste in the back of my throat. He rubbed his hands together toward the opening, allowing the heat to thaw and loosen their muscles and frozen joints. His fingers were elegant and toned. I sat back into the couch. The firelight painted images, in the shadows of his shirt, that indian commandeered my attention. Images of feminine points and profiles and curves, the likes of which my fingers, more than once, had held. My mind began to empathize with his issues. My libido began to deny his gender once again. Well, it was pretty amazing. Rachael took a step back frightened. Finally, I felt his cock hit the back of my throat . . . “How’s my cock feel little girl? Her hair swept back and forth as she ground against my mouth. His imminent climax would seal the deal. "No," she said finally. Maybe I should go take a walk. “I will!” he growled, burying indian into my cunt. You can finger your pussy too, if you want. I buried to the hilt in her cunt. “Llllike that? Then following behind the High Priestess as she had to practically carry Pallus we headed towards the oracles' quarters. There is no need for foreplay or anything, just put your dick in my pussy and fuck me until you cum there is no need on your part to worry if I cum or not, I'm there for you and you alone. “One last time my love, 15 minutes for me to taste your seed one last time.” Was all she said as my cock disappeared in her mouth. As mentioned, the hallways were constructed weirdly, but I was now able to memorize it at least. Irfaan seemed to know that Fatima had just had an orgasm because he ordered her to turn around on the bed and to face Zain. Mrs. Armstrong's back arched. She wanted to gag, but she managed to lick her chops and sit up, dutifully awaiting her Master's next command. "Get your sweet little ass dressed baby, I gotta get back downstairs before someone comes in and starts looking for me." My mother walked over to the couch and sat next to me while looking the other way. I may not be able to “play” with Chloe, but I could still have a little fun. “It will make him docile. "FUCK YES! “And how does it make you feel?” He was startled, but not sure if he was seeing his mother’s pussy or a pair of black panties. Laura asked, shocked. Any Harry Potter girls Jenny: Thank you, daddy as I gave me father a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Her legs jerked at the restraints in an attempt to close. Hazel put her hands firmly on the girl’s bare shoulders, bent down, and pecked her on the spot. Soon a nurse came out from a door leading to the examination rooms and called me. “Glen Higgins,” I followed her into hallway adjacent to the rooms. “I bet it tastes bland. She had been unusually brazen and pushy about her children sleeping and fucking Uncle. He could not let her risk infection, no matter how much he desired her. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a warning which halted the Shepherd’s advance. Do I say ‘my girlfriend’? “I… I’m sorry.