He said he was proud of his men as they had really produced this week. Looking ahead, he thought his group would be very profitable for a long time to...come.I gathered them together and offered some free beer to them with the same cautions. Some were coming, some were not. All knew they were welcome. Abe said he would pick up Alice and be out soon.Outside, I found the contractor who was presiding over a table with blueprints spread out on it. I told him that we were going to be totally out of. ”“Sometimes you just know how good something will turn out before it happens. You and I get to experience that more than most people for a number of reasons.”“We make things happen,” I ventured.“True, but people want to make good things happen for us as well. Do you think all this hedonistic sex between everybody would be happening if you were working for twenty or thirty dollars an hour in an office somewhere?”“I kind of doubt it. Just for the record, I didn’t make this happen, Elsa did.”Brita. Holding on to the back of his neck with my left hand, my right found his nipples and pulled hard on both of them in turn, twisting them for long seconds, and he cried out at this fresh assault as his asshole burned on my thick meat as he jerked his own half-hard dick for some relief.It was an incredible session. I fucked a second cum right out of him - a good one, judging by the cries and the way his tube flexed on my bone - and minutes later I was getting close myself.I warned him: "I'm gonna. Ritchie got off the bench and staggered towards the kerb. I pushed the button to drop the passenger window."Taxi for a guy called Ritchie!" It was a bit croaky. Another side effect of my adrenalin rush is a dry mouth and throat. "Hi! I'm that guy Ritchie." He leaned against the door peering in the open window. "Get it? Guy Ritchie!" He laughed like his dad.I smiled politely. "Get in."Ritchie jumped into the passenger seat. "You must be Michelle. Hi! I'm Ritchie." He put his hand over to shake.