All my female helpers were jumping with joy; they thought it was fantastic the way the water was gushing out.It was obvious that I would have to creat...e a small damming of the stream to be on the safe side, but a load of rocks will soon sort that problem. Anyway there was no rush for the present. I released the clutch and let the windmill turn freely.The next task was to cut a trench and connect the pipes to the water-tower. It was better to follow the slight embankment and then make a left hand. Mr. Osborne though was taking the time to scan my body with his eyes. Reputation be damned, I wanted this car and decided to do whatever it took to get it.“Um, maybe I can make payments?” I knew that that was highly unlikely as I didn’t have a job other than the occasional babysitting gig and my parents wouldn’t let me work during the school year. Besides, I’ve given it up for a lot less and to guys not as attractive as Mark Osborne.“What did you have in mind?” he smiled. I think he knew damn. I hauled in, and I’d caught a beauty. I took it off the hook, rebaited and cast out again. Another few minutes and I hauled in another fish. I looked out to sea where, at a little distance for the shore, two or three small boats were anchored, their occupants fishing. It was hard to see properly, but there were no signs that they were catching anything. After about twenty minutes I had caught four fish, and decided to call a halt. “No point in catching more,” I thought, “there’s only one. The next day, one black girl named Lateisha came to me and we started chatting and she surprisingly talked to me about my Tinder profile and how much she was interested into my hot body. Her eyes was already eating me alive, she was really into me.We went to a coffee shop to talk even more, she went at my place and we had great passionate sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. Lateisha was taller than me, I was 5'2 and she was 5'11 with a big round butt and big boobs but a small waistline..