The strips were cut in such a way that the middle of each section would be wider than the ends. Once these were stitched together it would result in a...volume that would have the general shape of a sphere.They also had to discover, using trial and error, what would be the best shape for each strip so that once the strips were assembled the resulting test-sphere would be able to hold about a thousand cubic feet of hot air. A thousand cubic feet of air was the unit of measure he wished to. I sat up still dazzled by the light.“Sorry to disturb you but I saw you sitting out, so I thought I’d come and say hello … I’m your neighbour.”“Oh, hi,” I said, stammering like a confused idiot, “pleased to meet you.”“Delighted to meet you,” she replied, “may I …?” she asked taking a step into my garden.“Of course,” I said, standing up, “let me grab another chair.”Clumsily I got up and grabbed one that was leaning against the wall and opened it up. I put it down next to mine and stepped aside.. Cooper (not her real name) was known as, "The Bitch." She was a VP of project 92 and ruled with an iron fist. I would say she was around her mid-forties, she had some sticks of gray in her dark hair which she wore in a bun. Her body was firm, since she worked out an hour a day in the company gym. But everyone tried to stay away from her since she had an acid tongue. Anyone in the hallways that saw her coming would quickly step into a open door. I wonder what power she held since even the CEO. My boyfriend was adjusting his stiff cock in his jeans at the back of the room. I was so horny. As Jim snapped another picture of my wet pussy I leaned forward onto my knees catching him by surprise. I put my hands on the buckle of his belt. “But… but,” Jim stammered. As he looked over his shoulder at my boyfriend. “Its ok,” My boyfriend said grinning. I opened Jims trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers revealing his rock hard cock. I greedily took him in my mouth and he moaned as.