Next, I pulled off my shirt and started tearing pieces of it off, wiping my brow with them to soak them in the sweat my exertions had generated. I use...d them to place false scents all over the main floor before I jumped back up to the second floor and started looking around.There was a room that would serve my purposes well, but there was no piece of loose stone that I could use to block the entrance. However, there was a wall that looked to be weakened enough it could be collapsed, blocking the. "What are you going to be next week?" A slut," Sarah whispered in return and Andy smiled. He was kissing the back of her neck and she reached back to squeeze his buttocks. The water thundered over them and the room was becoming humid and steamy; the windows were closed. Sarah's sighs became more audible as Andy's hand stopped travelling and concentrated on her erect nipples."What do sluts need?" They need big, thick, rock-hard cocks," she breathlessly whispered in return. Andy glanced over in. But I was not quite as infatuated with my job as she was. So I started looking for other things to do while my wife was working.I began to fix up the house that we bought. It was an older home so it needed some work. I painted and fixed the woodwork in some bedrooms and the dining room. I then tackled the kitchen. It came out great. It took me 4 months from design to completing the final installations. I replaced the entire kitchen; cabinets, countertop, flooring and even the appliances. It. Instant boner. Alexia had dropped the remote control, and the batteries had rolled under the couch which she was now trying to reach. Holy shit she looked good on all fours, a tight little skirt that had ridden up to show a red thong and some perfectly formed butt cheeks. The show didn’t last long though because she managed to reach the batteries and slot them back into the remote control. I moved towards her and sat down on the couch with my arm outstretched holding a glass of rum and coke. I.