I won't be around to be involved, thank God."We toured two of the buildings. There was no equipment of any sort. There was no trash either, just empty...space. There were freight elevators, which was something I hadn't given any thought being needed here. There would have to be modern lifts installed when the remodeling was undertaken. I remarked that having granite underneath all the area was a plus. The shafts for the elevators had to be very stable. Each modification brought its own problem.It. Their lips met and my wife ground her body against his as they kissed deeply. "Fuck, I'm hot," she moaned loudly as she wantonly attacked Daniel's mouth with hers.My cock had been in a semi-erect state since I first saw Daniel touch my wife's leg. Now, it grew painfully stiff inside my shorts as I watched them kiss on the way to our sixth floor room.The elevator ride was short and the walk to our room was made quickly, in a lust-fueled daze. Carrie tore at Daniel's clothes before I even shut. Sherry walked up to stand beside me just as the woman asked, “You’re not Elvis Presley, are you?”I was laughing when Sherry told her, “No Ma’am, he’s not Elvis. He’s my brother, Jerry Helton.”I thought she was going to call the security police when she started yelling. Then she ran around that tall desk and grabbed me in a bear hug before I could put my guitar down.Sherry grabbed my guitar out of my hand then put it on the floor. As soon as Sherry wrapped her arms around the woman, she started. At the next exit sign she looked how far it would be to thenext suitable town: 33 miles. In about a half hour she would bethere. She could even go for a snack then. It was great fun forher to wander around a strange town as Marianne, to shop and togo to restaurants. She had long overcome her fear of being readon such occasions because of the sound of her voice. Her weakpoint was really just her voice. To be sure, she had attemptedto reach a feminine timbre by dint of long training; but all.