Expecting it last week I was disappointed it hadn’t arrived. Monday morning the doorbell rang it was about 9:15. It was the lady that lived across t...e street. We knew each other to speak that was it. Her husband had taken a job assignment out of town for two years which ended up in them divorcing. She said hi, I’m Janet (not her name), I have a package F****P left at my house last Friday, but I can’t carry it.Not a problem, I’ll come get it. As we walked over I knew what it was and made small. I watched my cock being massaged by my right hand, the crown shining and disappearing alternately as I stroked rapidly. The scent of the crotch was in my nose, the sheer black fabric was in my eyes, and the vision of Carrie's tits was in my mind. My balls churned as they strove to spit out their load. My eyes roamed over the area, looking for a place to dump my cum. A tissue perhaps; my left palm, in case I wanted to taste it after I had unloaded; maybe the mirror, so I could watch the cum. Their marriage had been a sham, but she still cared for him in her own way. To know that Ed had done what he could to salvage her late husband’s reputation had touched her more than she could express. That he had saved her son from jail was more than she could ever repay. Softly, she said, “I’m glad you like it. We had better go now.”As the pair left the house, Ed stood there looking at the desk and chair touched very deeply. He wanted to share his happiness with someone, but Beth was not in a. "I'll let Dave answer that," Jeff said, nodding to his friend.Dave, who was in the midst of sipping his coffee, quickly put the cup on the table. "When the company finishes their current project, they will begin flying in one of their rock borers and its complementary equipment. Not far below the surface of this plateau we're sitting on is granite. We're almost on top of a considerable mountain, to put it mildly. And ... that driveway from hell, as Helen calls it, is far too narrow to tolerate.