Finally Beth said, “Oh my God, that feels so good.”I had to agree, “Yes, it does.”Then I started fucking her forest with earnest. Each stroke ...gave both of us pleasure. The feeling built up, her legs relaxed down to my waist, and we were in complete unison as we made love for the very first time. I don’t know how I managed to keep from cumming for so long but it sure gave Beth her money’s worth. When I finally started shooting several big gobs of thick white cream into her, Beth cried out in. My husband had done a beautiful job, but I was concerned with how we’d transport it to Quebec. He told me it was all assembled with deck screws and could be easily broken down into pieces. He said the drawers, filled with all our clothing and bedding could be stacked on top of the framework pieces. He assured me that we could get all our basic necessities to Quebec in our van on the first trip. In less than twenty minutes he had it completely apart and stacked on the floor to prove his. The ... the stuff!" he said. "The ... the stuff!!" Oh, that thing," I said. "Yeah, you can't remember that. You can't remember where it is, or how it works, or the last four or five crucial insights that let you take control of it." I paused. "You can't even remember what it does, exactly."I knelt down to look at him. "You can't even remember what it does. All you can remember is that you used it and it helped you. And now you can't even remember where it is or what is does. For all you know,". "Here Tommy, look at this" he beckoned me behind the counter and pulled open a little drawer, "This is dad's idea, I 'spose he told you about it"The drawer was actually a till with quite a bit of money in it,"This is all the money from your vegetables and of course you know that ten per cent of it's yours don't you?"I looked blankly at him and his jaw dropped,"He hasn't told you?" Told me what?" Oh shit!" I think you'd better tell me about it Joe, don't you?" Bloody hell Tommy, the old man will.