” He unfurled the first page of the large sheets and we all looked. “This is one version of what the front might look like. The entry way would be... between those blue stakes off of a circular driveway on this side of the house.”Greg continued elaborating on room arrangement and showing on the computer a ‘fly through’ of the house. He also pointed to various rooms on the plans on the easel.Sean picked up, “A connected ‘out’ building will house the vehicle fleet, yard maintenance equipment, ten. So when a friend, who owned a fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women, found out that I was semi retired she asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue? I told her that I had no experience. ‘Well, Ken, you know how to sell -- shoes and clothes are no different, and you do have a great sense of what suits a woman. All you have to do is help them and assist fitting as our more mature clients like a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on personal’. I was. “Yeeeaaahhh’ Fuck you Laaarr”. Sobi produced a long moan as she felt my hot juices falling in her and my solid cock throbbing brutally in her cunt to expand its capacity. Unbelievable! I jetted almost 10 solid strokes of my seed in her cunt, I remember when she suggested to have some girl who could empty my balls on regular basis.Decent few minutes of elated euphoria, sucking and milking of my balls with her pussy finally ended and I stood up from my prone Baji offering her my hand to help her. "I was wondering where you'd been," Jenny said. "I don't want to get behind on my 'payments', you know!"She looked like she was getting ready for a workout. She was wearing black spandex pants, a black sports bra and a little pink halter top. She was the cutest thing. I was determined to set things right with her."Jenny, look about your payments," I started. "I've changed my mind." What? What's wrong," she said. She was emotional, probably scared that I was going to kick her out."Now, don't.