Two pours had been done for the NE/SW runway. A slab of concrete 50 feet wide and 8000 feet long was down.I stood at the end of it, looked to the othe... end and just thought, "Wow"; on paper it was just numbers. Standing there looking down that slab put the immensity of what we were doing into prospective.The text that he had sent me said, "Everything went great. We are going to pour on Sunday and Tuesday to finish that runway." That explained the line of tractor trailers refilling the Portland. “Do you prefer a firm hand or a soft touch?” He said. “More firm than soft but if it doesn't feel right I'll let you know.” She said. “Sounds good.” he said as he began to apply massage oil to his hands. “I am going to start with your shoulders and work my way down to address that tightness in your lower back. From there I will work on those lower muscle groups.” “Place your arms on you sides please.” She placed her arms at her sides as he warmed up some oil in his hands and began to spread it. I felt Jill take hold of my hand and guide it under my mother's skirt."Are you wet Polly?" she whispered seductively as our entwined fingers caressed the damp nylon of her panties.Mum clung to us and pushed our faces together, Jill's tongue snaked between my teeth."Fuck her for me Tommy, fuck her darling."My cock jerked as mum released it from the confines of my shorts and she moaned in the back of her throat. "This is for you darlings, both of you."The hot golden urine gushed out through her. Mark sidled up behind her, and once more entered her. He screwed her slowly and easily, while she used her hands and mouth to do wonderful, naughty things to me."That's two," Mark told me with a wink.I closed my eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the incredible job she was doing. "Fuck, Mark, she's amazing," I finally gasped."Don't hold back, bud, just give it to her," he told me, holding her hips while he continued to plumb her depths."I'm close, Janet, so close," I moaned, which seemed to only.