I showed him the stuff I had bought and we unloaded the 30-halogen lights he had bought for landing lights. We figured we should start there and get t...hat out of the way while we had good weather. I fired up the trencher and began cutting the ditch. I cut one trench from the hanger to the runway and then one in each direction from that main trench. It took us the better part of 3 hours just to get the trenches all dug.We started at the runway with the wire and PVC. Fishing five 12-2 grounded. The cocks turned away were few and far between. At the time I was in the deep south, most of the time I was either the only white person in a place filled with horny young black men who craved a guilt free and anonymous blow job or fuck. It was winter and I was obsessed with being used and cum in or on. I used seven or eight large boxes of condoms and twice as many bottles of lube.Back in November, I’d made the mistake of going home for Thanksgiving. At the end of the no-sexathon week I. He made sure to stay away from the man whohad touched him as looked around for someone to serve.As Vin waited, Gillian came over to him and pulled him aside."What's up?" Vin asked."We can't just have you standing around being idle. Bus a table. Cleanthe fucking bar. Do something," Gillian explained to Vin in a sterntone that she eased with a slight playfulness in her voice.Vin nodded, understanding where she was coming from. He, however, feltslightly intimidated by her, even though he knew. I looked around, and followed her inside the cramped room full of boxes with the stale smell of old mops. There was enough room for maybe four people and Jane sat in a pile of three high boxes and lifted her long skirt up to reveal a shaved cunt with no pants or tights. “Lick it” she demanded. And despite having severe reservations of being caught, I buried my head in her sweet tasting pussy and licked as I was told. Jane rubbed my hair, her soft touch warm and electric, and I continued to lick.