I had to laugh; the first picture was of Marcy wearing a hard hat and safety glasses sitting in the excavator. The caption with the picture read 'Some... times to get it right you just have to do it yourself'. We had a good chuckle at that one.All that was left of the house was a small pile of rubble. There was a long row of work vans parked alongside the east loading dock. Bob must have brought every crew he had to the job. Inside the plumbers were fitting PVC pipe together for all the drains and. "Okay," he said glumly as he walked out of his boss' office.Shortly after hearing the bad news, the atmosphere of the entire building seemed to become somber and eerily quiet. All of Carl's coworkers were visibly affected by it, for the normal bustle and activity of the office slowed to a virtual standstill. Carl himself could barely focus on completing his own final project, for it felt so disheartening that it would be the very last he did for this magazine.Reluctantly, Carl packed all of his. Spears squirming and shaking in his chair. He quicklyran his hand up and down the full length of Joan's stocking leg from thetips of her toes to the tops of her hose. All the while his moans ofpleasure from Joan's nylons against his naked cock also had the professorinhaling deeply at Joan's stinky nylon toes with a rapid breath. Joan's low tone voice and words of: "That's it Mr. Spears smell my nylonfeet!" sent him over the edge. Joan saw the meek professor weaken and loseall control. His cock. The children usually got up and made theirown breakfasts on the weekend, then went off with their friendsat the speed of light, to play or shop or whatever suburbankids did on the weekend.Later in the evening, after the children were in bed, Annaand I changed into our pyjamas and laid back on our bed towatch some television and talk a bit about what had happened,though neither of us had any answers to that question. As wecasually watched the box and threw back a few Tequila shots,we both.