She glanced down to see what I was doing and I thought for sure I was busted. She turned her head back toward the line. No harm was done. I stood bac... up then back down on the other knee. Another glance from her, and she must have seen me gawking. Again she turned away. I took my time as she shifted her weight from one leg to another then back again. I smiled to myself and stood back up. My dick was hard. I felt it throbbing in my pants. It was obviously pressing my pants out so I put my. He had worked here for several years when he came home one evening and confessed to his wife that he had a terrible temptation: he wanted to put his penis into the cutter pickles. His wife suggested he go see a ther****t to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to fight this one temptation. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home. That woman saw immediately that something was wrong."What's wrong Bill?", She asked."You remember my fantasy you about the cutter. She gathered up the eggs, and shoveled out the food, then watered the small number of chickens she had kept. When Elizabeth walked back out, leaving the dust and smell of chickens behind her, she told herself she shouldn’t have been surprised that Jack wasn’t waiting outside for her. She did see the duffel bags were gone, and she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Sighing and putting a determined face on, that would match her stance, she went back into the house. Jack wasn’t anywhere. She pushed back with her butt and came into contact with the expanding bulge in the front of his jeans. “Now don’t be getting me all stirred up Benjamin, not if you want to be feeding your face any time soon.”He continued nibbling on her ear. “I read or heard somewhere that man does not live by bread alone. Spanish omelets either.”“I’m sure that’s true, but man still has to set some priorities in his life. What’s more important to you right now; a big, fluffy Spanish omelet or, uh, something.