And when hethought he was done, he dug away at it some more, knowing that even a bitbeing loose would mean he soon would have a larger repair job. Fin...llysatisfied, he gave forth a great belch and regurgitated a palm full ofthe recently swallowed stone, now perfectly mixed with the bile of hisstomach, into his trowel like hand. Then slapping the gunk onto thepillar, Gronk used fingers and the rounded, back part of his nails towork the new mortar into place. Hacking up a new batch as needed. . "Oh, you're not. I feel like you're lying, maybe I should check," he chuckled.He pulled his right hand from underneath my top and slipped it under my skirt again."Spread your legs for me," he said."No." I said..." he started and kicked my feet apart, forcing me to spread my legs, "...spread your legs, whore."He slipped his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties at first before quickly pulling them to the side."Let's find out just how not turned on you are, shall we?" he said. Chelsea glared at him for a moment before cracking a smile too, “Maybe later. I have a different idea now though.” She turned around so her back was facing him, “Pick me up.” She put an arm on his shoulder and hoisted herself up. He grabbed her legs, taking a leg into each hand to form some kind of an uncomfortable chair. “Like this?” Dennis asked “Spread my legs out more.” She said, “and take a step closer to the fire.” With her ass practically hanging over the fire Chelsea pulled her panties. We had moved all our clothing and had gone through all the paperwork and personal effects, and then moved a lot of the furniture and things like that into an empty barn. There was a hell of a lot of it and I had had a couple of men to help me. I had moved my computer and stuff at the beginning and got it set up in the small room I now used as a study. A lot of stuff could go. We needed to get the old house that we had rented into good order so that we could hand it back. Yes, I know that most.