I said to the man, "fuck me you bastard, fuck me harder, harder. Give me that fucking big hard cock baby, Come in me you fucking prick. Make me come b...by, make me come hard, feed me that hot sperm, harder baby, fuck me faster, fuck that cunt you asshole, fuck me."I was begging for this stranger's cock, I was begging for him to come in me to fill me, to make me come with him. I wanted him to come deep inside of me. It didn't take long and I felt his cock swell up and pulse in me I felt him shoot. "Just what we would be doing right now, if it wasn't for your 'friend'." Is that all you men ever think about? Sex?" Wendy asked jokingly. She loved sex just as much as I did, except around the time of her period. It was frustrating, but I could live with her not wanting to have sex far better than those times when it made her bitchy. "Besides," she continued, "my 'friend', as you call it isn't all that friendly at times."Tell me about it, I thought. "Maybe not, but you usually act as. I then started tonguing her, as deep as I could. Within the next minute or so she came with a muffled scream. She pressed my head into her pussy with her legs while she waited to regain her senses. She then let go of my head, pulled me up and started tasting her juices of my lips. I could see that she was still not satisfied and wanted this to go on. She then pushed me on my back and started feasting on me. Kissing me, caressing me with her long nails and finally making her way down to my dick.. Most of the plans were just some changes and pieced together rooms from other jobs, but it would give me a good idea of what he had planned. The real work would begin once I felt comfortable with the basic design. I noticed several of the room plans seemed to come from his own home's plans. I told him I would mark up the plans and sent them back as soon as I could. He said he was busy building a house right now and tearing down another one, the old house on my property. He was about halfway.