“Pickleman! Put my pickles inside you!”“Where are we going?” I asked.And yeah, I wanted a pickle, just maybe not his.“The chain mail shop,�... Nicole answered. “Don’t ask me. I’ve been coming here for nearly ten years and I get lost even with a map. If I ever lost Sam, I’m done for. I’ll be begging out here in front of the shops.”“I imagine they’ll hire a crier,” I said. “You know like when a parent loses their kid at K-Mart. He’ll ring his bell. Samuel Clementine, Samuel Clementine, we have your. He had stored the wood away for winter to burn in their fireplace.I should get back to those papers. This job will earn me a month’s wage for two weeks’ worth of work. It sure is nice just sitting here, though. It won’t be long until that’ll be impossible with the way the weather is changing. Maybe I should build retractable glass windows into the porch, so that I can still sit here in winter. I just need a terrace heater and then it’d be pretty comfortable out here.A lot had changed in the. We had worked closely on projects for over 5 years and we acted like an old married couple - arguing and bickering about nothing in particular.Louise was 2 years older than myself. She worked out and looked nothing like a woman and grandma in her late 40s. She had a lovely apple shaped ass and fair sized pert and firm tits. On a few occasions when we have had works functions, she has wowed everyone with the low cut tops and amazing cleavage.Everything was platonic then. She used to speak of. In and out I slide the capable toy slowly, my hips moving involuntarily to the movement. I turned the vibrator up a notch and increased the rhythm slightly, a moan escaped my lips and it was then my hand seemed to take on a mind of its own. The dial turned up all the way, my hand, detached from my body drove the toy in and out faster and faster I wriggled like a fish on a hook as the orgasm began to build in my throat. A quiet voice in my head reminded me of my neighbors and that the walls.