They had a company that would do that (truthful read: 'Had been grossly overpaid to do that, and were supplying kickbacks').In the meantime, I turned ...ver all relevant contact material to the mayor and his office. I became the contact point for the bridge builders. Great thing, this 'delegation of authority', eh?In order not to seem vindictive (and to get out of the public spotlight), the state came in quickly. They had the remainder of the old bridge down in an amazingly short period of time.. After sifting through an endless stack of unqualified candidates, I’d found three who looked like they might make the cut. I had all three come in for interviews. They all seemed like they could do the job. Bella stood out. Her credentials were good; in fact, she was maybe a bit overqualified. What I noticed most about her upon meeting her was how feminine she was. Maybe girly would be a better way to put it. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore a dress to the interview. . Maybe someday that dream would finally be realized.I continued my walk to the opposite side of the lake. A white field of powder lay before me and the gentle blue heavens hung above me like a dome. I tried my best to appreciate the beauty of my surroundings. There were no walls or barriers to restrict my movements. There were no whistling sounds, puffs of smoke, or bursts of light in the sky. The only sounds were those of the gentle wind. I was surrounded by a world of peace and calm. "Freedom". And none of them had a horny, sweaty man attached to it, filled with his lusty need to pump his hot spunk deep into her grasping snatch. And wasn't that the point of the whole exercise?Mercy didn't have many girlfriends, and not any with whom she felt comfortable enough to discuss the size of her pussy. Then one evening, late, she found herself undressing in the gym locker room next to her friend Connie. Connie wasn't making any effort to conceal her body as she stripped down, and Mercy.