Maybe I can bill them for the labor and materials to get everything put up." I hadn't thought of that, Mike," Maude exclaimed. "I've been to a bunch o...f the commission meetings and I know a lot of county expenses are paid to people who do things as a benefit to the county. That pole barn and office trailer would qualify for a special payment. Get the receipts together for me and I'll help you present it at the next meeting."As our visitors were leaving, Mom asked Ezra, "What do you think about. ’ ‘That’s dumb.’ I said, but I was looking back at her. ‘Go ahead and try it. You’ll see. The girls are pretty.’ I was intrigued enough to walk back to the old woman and shake my head yes. She took five dollars and led me through a door and into one of several rooms along a corridor. She held the door and let me walk inside. ‘No fucky, fucky.’ She told me as I walked inside the room. Then she left and closed the door. Once inside I was staring at a pretty girl wearing shorts that barely covered. I don't have a bed with notches on the headboard or a 'little black book' filled with dozens of women's names. I don't have my bedroom wall plastered with ladies' panties from all my 'conquests'. And when I left the house I didn't see any line of anxious women waiting for my attention outside my door," I said."No? Why not? What's wrong with you?" she giggled. It was good to see her relaxing."Well, there's a laundry list there! Seriously, I'm just a writer of stories. I'm no superman or Don. Oh well, some things could not be helped. Angela gasped as Gwen’s fingers encircled her cock. Angela had decided that if this was going to happen she might as well own the moment and think of it as her penis, as her very own cock. It felt so good as Gwen’s warm fingers wrapped around the shaft, pulling the soft, loose skin around… Angela’s cock began to respond to the attention, stretching out as Gwen stroked it. Gwen brought her other hand up to touch Angela’s balls that were nuzzled between.