I didn't even get dressed. I was just in myboxers. I don't need to dress for anyone. I'm in my own home. I wentdown the hall and searched other areas ...of my condo. Only to have thecries slightly ahead of me. I thought maybe it was one of my room mateskids dolls left behind? His ex-wife left them there for the weekend. No,she picked them up already. I don't think they left any toys in theplace.It was starting to frustrate me. Was my roomie playing a prank on me?He's not even here right now. He's. It consisted of empty pallets.“What’s with hauling this stuff?” I asked Jake.“Thar’s not much in Winnemucca wo’th transpo’tin’ elsewhar, so whut ah’s doin’ is takin’ a two part job,” he explained, “We is a-gonna th’ Proctor’ & Gamble distribushun center in Irvine, droppin’ off some of their emppy pallets an’ haulin’ t’other load of P&G stuff t’Albuquerque. They’re payin’ me a small amount t’haul th’ pallets, so it’s mo’e sensible than daid-haidin’.”“Makes sense,” I conceded.When we finished. I reached back and touched his face gently, running my fingers over his slight stubble. That was when I could feel it, his cock pressing into my ass cheeks. Even in that brief moment, I could tell that it was going to be big. I’m sorry, but I turned around and started kissing him passionately. His hands were all over me. He touched my face as he kissed me before running them all over my ass. He even momentarily touched my tits through my red dress.We stopped kissing as the song came to an end. Fraser had promised, Nicholas was entranced by her in the seductive silk, his eyes often dropping to her gown, scanning her almost bare shoulders, dipping to her deep cleavage. She leaned forward often, on the pretense of listening closely to what he was saying and stared deeply into his inviting green eyes. As the pie was being served, he asked her in a low voice, ‘Have I behaved? Am I allowed to have my pie?’ Smiling she answered, ‘Yes, you’ve been delightful company tonight. You’re allowed.’.