"Hey, Walter, what the hell are we going to do with that construction equipment?" What equipment?" I asked."Sitting outside on the road are a 1999 CAT...D8RII Dozer, a 2002 CAT D8RII Dozer, two 1999 CAT 436C IT Backhoe Loaders, three 2004 Caterpillar 730 Articulated Dump trucks, a steam roller, and two McNeilus Cement Mixers. Also, sitting on pallets, are hundreds of bars of rebar, reels of wiring, lights, and electrical equipment," Mile said.He tossed a bunch of tags to me and I looked at them. And in a trancelike state, we rock together like this for what seems an eternity - you whispering of your love for me, of how you have never felt anything so good in your life, and how you will never give this kind of passion to anyone but me...and then you stop. Suddenly you withdraw from me and spin me around to face you once again, kissing me passionately - your tongue exploring my mouth as you place your hands on my buttocks and lift me up, and naturally, I wrap my legs around your waist,. Pillows and comforter had fallen off a long time ago. The sheet was pulled off the corners and was now half hanging off the bed, the two of us fucking like two rabbits on the naked mattress. After a while, when I couldn’t stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn’t feel his dick throbbing or squirting. ‘Fuck,. What I used I could restore. I didn’t know what to do, but I could hire someone. Yeah, it’s an old and a hackneyed idea; get a private investigator and find out. All I wanted was who this Shawn was and where he lived; it had to be the right Shawn, someone who’d made irregular trips to our area. It was probably some salesman, or some technician who had a territory. Any decent private investigator could get that for me. Meanwhile I had other fish to fry. I had to see about my motherfucking.