My gaze never left her eyes, and as we stood with our faces mere inches apart, I just had to ask: “What was your final decision, Julie?” I was fee...ing a bit foolish for being unable to guess what was apparently so completely obvious.Julie, as softly, gently as a mother bunny might rearrange her nesting young, placed her hands on top of my right hand, which was still resting, perhaps trembling slightly, on the indulgently soft skin of her thigh. She slowly pulled my hand to caress the inside of. Hand trucking. It was my least favorite type. It was also a lengthy proposition. Most of it was easy since all I had to do was stack three totes onto the dolly and roll it down into the cave.The trips weren't short though, about seven or eight hundred yards each way, and if I hadn't been put back to perfect health I would have died of my heart attack for sure before I was even half way done. As it was it took nearly six hours, and damned if the last item, my chair, wasn't the worst.I'm sure it. The other night he walked in on her working out as she sat down and he literally sat 4 feet from her talking and watching. I waited a few minutes and walked into the room to see what he was doing. She had her arms going up and down with her erect nipples and showing a lot of cleavage. I smiled to her and a quick look at him and then to her to suggest he's looking down her shirt and tits. She smiled and lifted her shirt up to hide everything. But it doesn't help as its a short tight work out. I had fully recovered from my exertions by now, and all this talk about sex had my cock swelling nicely. I was hungry for the both of them, right there on George’s lawn, Connie first and then Fran. With Connie I had to hold something back, but I really let Fran have it. I had not thought about it before, but whenever Fran showed signs of getting on her high moral horse, which in spite of all that had happened she still had a rather endearing tendency to do, I would feel this overwhelming urge.