He had bought a broken down fifty cc dirt bike, in comparison it was going to be simple to reconstruct. It also meant I wouldn’t be tempted to tinke...r with his Harley.Now I was able to mimic what dad did in a much easier format.Once he had everything stripped out of the frame, he sanded it back to the bare metal. He then put an anti corrosive undercoat on the frame, before spraying the whole thing a glossy black.I had done the same, but my bike was a bright red.Week by week, dad worked on his. “Manners dear” Julia urged.“So sorry” Justin answered and came over to me his cock now flaccid.He bent and started licking my cum off belly and then he sucked the tip of my cock .“Mmmmmm” he murmured and rose again.“ I enjoyed that, you?”.I stammered. “Yes”“Good,good….must do it again sometime” he enquired as though we had just had a social drink, not fucked my arse off.“Yes we must…I would like that” I answered, wondering what Kathleen would want me to do.Next day I met with Kathleen at a. “Hello,” he said to himself, clinging on to the last semblance of his sanity as he could feel his own eyes stare back at him with an emotion he discerned as disgust. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered, looking down at his table, slamming his fist down as drops of water rained down above him from his opened can of soda.There were fizzy droplets on his arm, and he lacked the proper motivation to wipe them away. In fact,. Olaf finally answered, "I just assumed." Same here," Barson said with a shrug of his shoulders."So each man gets one chance in the lottery. Those who win get to eat here. Amongst those who eat here, we hold another lottery to determine who gets to spend the night in a bed," Sid said."Don't forget the women, sir," Olaf said. Shaking his head, he said, "It won't be any fun if none of the women have a chance to come." Who should set up the lottery?" Sid asked.Barson and Olaf looked at each other.