I keep moving forward.Until one day, Cliff doesn’t emerge from the house. I wait until the sun has fully risen before I walk into the house, trepida...ion tight in my chest.“Cliff?” I call.No response.I go to the door to his bedroom and knock. “Cliff, are you all right?”There’s a choking, pained noise from behind the door, before a weak, raspy voice calls out, “Come in, Noah…”I open it slowly as if that might change the outcome of what’s on the other side. Cliff is lying in his bed, and he looks. Both were upbeat. Even by taking the couple of extra days off for the holiday, they were still ahead of their self imposed schedule."Its amazing the progress you can make when you don't have to wait on some state inspector to hold three meetings and 4 conference calls to determine if four inches of pipe sticking out of the ground is adequate," he said with a laugh. "It made me realize that I have been doing state work too long without a break. This project is almost like taking a vacation on. He noted that it id not way that much. He opened the box to a sight that made him aroused immediately. He thanked god for his sister not being here right now and closed the box.He flipped his phone open and decided to call his sister to change his mind. His phone went straight to voicemail, and he got scared. Their phones were supposed to ring unless they were off. With a worried look, he left the room and went to his car. He drove all the way to Emily’s house without paying attention to that. It was the first time we had crossed that line – the line of touch and I had trouble not glancing towards my husband to make sure he had not decided to join us.I pulled on his cock which caused Adam to float towards me. I looked him in the eye and whispered in his ear. I told him what I wanted him to do. I was breathing heavily at this stage and I turned to swim. My motion was arrested when I felt his hand dive down my bikini bottoms and a finger slide along my wet slit. He stoked me three.