I saw what he had bought the cement mixer for; they were filling all the holes with concrete from those redi-mix bags; just add water and mix.“The l...mber yard will have all the wood in tomorrow morning to start on the front of it along with the barn wood screws. The paint will be here at noon,” Andy said.“Oh, the owner of the lumber yard wants you to stop by so he can personally thank you for the business. I gather things have been terribly slow for them; he even gave you a contractor’s. ”This was good enough as an answer but I also added that she thought she had fat tits like a cow and that I wanted her to feel she was beautiful.Betty told me that fat tits like a cow WAS beautiful and shook her own humongous tits for me. She asked if there was any other rules. “I should have written these all down in a hand book. I am too lazy though. Now that we have you as a computer man maybe you can help me keep them organized,” Betty said as she absent mindedly whipped Waverly’s buttocks. At this point it is obvious we are going to fuck. I keep saying things like “Its going to feel so good as I pump you full of all this cum” and she keeps saying shes ready to receive my load. She eventually asks me where I live after saying she would come over friday night. I am excited and tell her and ask her if shes coming over and she says not tonight but maybe tomorrow she tells me that she will be my little whore and do whatever I want. I say we can smoke weed together trying to entice her. Becky and Amy had followed us into the room."Becky," she said turning to her, "why don't you sit on your daddys lap and you can stick his cock in your ass while you watch me fuck Fido. Becky I could use a hand," and she laughed, "literally, I'm going to need your hand."Becky lifted her skirt, pushed her panties aside and guided my stiffening cock towards her asshole. She stroked it a few times and when I was hard enough for her, she put it in. God she was tight, but well lubricated so I slid.