The panties were made in reverse to the suspender-belt. The lace panels were at the sides, the oh so delicate nylon at the front and back. To feel the...soft clinging of the flimsy, almost gossamer touch of the nylon material around my straining cock and under the sac of my scrotum was like a delicious torture that, despite the agony of my position, despite the knotted up cramp in my stomach at the prospect of the weekend before me, set my heart beating even faster, my skin crawling and reacting. She pulled her hand from between her legs, looking down at it. She could see the bright dew of her pussy on the flesh. The inner walls of her unfucked cunt screamed for something long and thick and hard to be crammed between them -- something long and hard and thick and hot, filled with hot blood and ready to fire hot semen.A cock.But the only cock in the house was attached to her mother's lover.She had a quick mental image of herself walking, naked, into her mother's bedroom at that moment.She. "Yes," he nodded and then wrote, "I show you how. Take some time. Worth it." He spent an hour showing her the various parts and how they should go together but Michelle was still not overly impressed.She followed him into the old farm cottage when he indicated, and from a bookshelf took down a book on antique furniture. After thumbing through a few pages he showed her a picture of an almost identical piece but in good condition with a price range £3000 - £4000. The price was for a sale several. A Golden Fleece tanker arrived to fill our petrol tanks the next day, later a truck arrived with drums of engine oil and a range of 'handy' spares to stock the small shop that Ernie and Dom had erected on the veranda.We hung the sign "open for business" on a post by the edge of the road. Our very first customer was a truckie. He pulled into the parking space and hopped out of his cab."Bout time you lazy buggers opened up. I've been driving past here every day just waiting for the chance to buy.