(Yes, I know that will infuriate the sort of reader who reads this sort of story, but guesswork never was any sort of reliable guide in these matters....Tell you what, if you're very good, we might get to measure them later on in the story, if I remember to fit it in somehow).The coffee was again the excellent Dutch brand, which I rather hoped I would be drinking a lot more of over the next couple of weeks. Linda's installation was a little tricky - although she offered me every assistance - and. "Your cock feels so awesome in my pussy, fuck me!"Her pussy was getting wetter. I smack her ass hard, she moans and her knees buckle.I then grab on to her hips and slam my rock hard cock deep inside her."Ooooohhh fuck yeah" she yells I slam it in her hard again"Fuck me! Fuck my little cunt!"That set me off I start fucking her pussy from behind like a jack hammer. "Take my cock you little slut, do you like it? Does it feel good" Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck your little slut! Oh fuck yes oh my god. Drawing out three big scoops, filling the bone whit china, now looking like the flag of Japan. Turning my attention from the bowl, leading over to the grill. Using the spatula to flip the sandwiches. The cheese has just begun to melt, the bread a golden brown. I’m glad I slipped a piece of ham in the middle of one of them, variety is the spice of life. Grabbing a plate, seating up a tray. Looking around to see if I have missed anything. Taking out the orange juice and pouring a tall cold. His name changed through the decades as he moved from place to place before people realized that he did not age as other men. His profession also changed. For many years he was a very successful master clocksmith. But he then became– among other things– a master boilermaker, a railway engineer, a nuclear scientist, and most recently, a computer wizard.Now it was once again All Hallow’s Eve and the contract was due. After 245 years, it was time for its seventh and final renewal... or its final.