As well, the timbers supporting the roof over the front veranda would be replaced. The house was starting to regain more of its original beauty.Thursd...ay was paving day; they started spreading a layer of fine crushed gravel, it looked like blue metal road base. Once it was level, they used a petrol powered whacker – at least that’s what I called it. Phil called it the ‘plate compactor’, he worked it slowly across the whole path, compacting the gravel into a nice, solid base. Then there was a. “George, what are you doing?”“June, you are just so pretty. I am missing my wife Claire. I just want to be with a woman again. Do you think you could allow it this one time?”I just wanted to make him feel better and let him continue to play with my buttocks. His hands reached into my panties and he cupped my buttocks with his hands. He was pressing against my little rosebud. It felt really good and I just moaned a little. I could feel George’s erection pressing against my ass.George then picked. At one point, she was kneeling over me and fucking my mouth with her tits: which I've never done before and it was amazing. Her 38JJ tits are so full and hard that they made my cheeks ache as I sucked and chewed her, and I could tell she was really enjoying the pain she was feeling, and giving me as she crushed my mouth under the weight of her tits.At one point we took a break, to watch some porn, and played with one another as we watched two big-titted, latex clad sluts with multiply pierced. He glanced back down the stairs and caught sight of her through the window in the door, her slender leg propped on the edge of the bunk as she slipped her stocking off and wasn't startled by the rush of sensual heat that shot through him. She affected him that way on line, so it only made sense that he should be gripped by the desire to race down there, take over the task of peeling those silky hose from her legs and then taking their place, plastered to her body. Perfect sense.Not.Sense and.