”Darren sat in the passenger seat as Marcia headed back to the Westmar building.“What do you think of what Jim said about those blanks?” she ask...d him.“I can understand why some hobbyist would want one to take on the challenge of building his own rifle. I don’t understand why anyone would need a half dozen, unless it’s to finish them and sell them.”“So that explains what Rob was doing while I was working long hours and weekends,” she said. “He had a little side business of his own.”Marcia. Gone was the stupid pointed hat that seldom left his head. Gone were the awful shoes he wore. In their place was a nice modern white shirt, brown slacks, a hat that'd draw attention to him because of its splendor. The shoes were well made and comfortable.After a wonderful breakfast, Pinochio hugged Gipetto warmly. He resisted the temptation to stomp on that overly dressed cricket to end his ridiculous insect existence. He left as the first rays of the sun were lighting the horizon. The path was. " he breathed, more to himself, "... hubbyis at work all day and they're running around with their wet pussys, allthe time looking for a real man." I started to kiss him hot to stop himtalking and he kissed me back very passionatly. His finger found theentrance between my ass cheeks and me made me cum the third time withinfive minutes of this hot, steamy fucking. Then he was ready to cum andmoaned that he will shoot in a few seconds. "Pull out, please" I moaned,suddenly realizing that there. All I know is that I’d like to get back to sleep. So, take this hint. Good night!”He flopped back onto his pillow and rolled over. This conversation was over.Ziggy gave up and went back to his bed. But he couldn’t sleep, and now that he was fully awake, his mind started wandering, thinking about things. The thought he zeroed in on for the hundredth time was about something he’d overheard a couple of weeks back. In fact, he hadn’t just been thinking about it a lot, he’d been fantasizing about.