By the time I got there, though, the k** was already sucking the other guy (don't even remember what he looked like). Since I assumed he was paying, I...really wasn't sure that I should intrude (where's that fucking Emily Post again?), and I wasn't going to contribute any funds, but the k** reached out for my cock and pulled me into the circle, so I guess it was ok. Either he had all the money he needed that day, or was just having a sport fuck. Maybe he was just taking his mind off being fucked,. He wanted a backup.Chris had already locked up the house and the garage doors were securewith the automatic door openers. Chris then pulled a small table thatwas on wheels over to the middle of the floor. He began to put all hisitems on top of it. He pulled a high bar stool over as well to sit on.His hands were shaking. He checked the time. It was now or never. Hisalter ego began ordering him to begin. He obeyed. He began by puttingon a bra and stuffing it. Next he pulled up some black nylon. He has the top part of the overalls tied around his waist with the bottom hanging dangerously low on his waist. You bask in his musk from working all day in the heat as a car mechanic before feeling him pulling out of the hug. You admire him as you already knew that he was the definition of a man. Big, solid, and strong.It wasn't long before the four of you sit around the dining room table talking and catching up with one another. Dad and Adam were constantly asking you and Ethan about how. When you said I could be beautiful I did not believe you, but you have helped me to make it happen."I laughed and pulled her to me and said,"You have no idea how happy that last part of your statement makes me." What do you mean?" She asked."You just said that I helped you to make it happen," I told her."Well you did," she said."Yes I did," I agreed, "but you also gave yourself the credit for making it happen. A few months ago you would not have done so. It is not only your appearance that has.