The question that comes most to mind is why did Ford use us instead of keeping the work in the company? I have no idea if I’m right in my assumption... since I’m not privy to what goes on at Ford’s headquarters, but I believe it has to do with the unions Ford has to contend with. We were non-union and were not saddled with the work rules, pay scales, hours of service and all of the other stuff included in Ford’s contracts with the unions.I did get time and a half for over-time which was any time. He grabbed the second backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He looked at the piece of cheese and grabbed it. There was no sense in going hungry during the trip to the bank.She picked up a piece of sausage. Holding it up, she said, “This gives me ideas.”“It’s good to have an active imagination,” Edwin said thinking it was going to be a long day.After kissing the end of the sausage, she asked, “Would you like me to do that to you?”“Not on Chaos,” Edwin said.“On Crossroads?”“Sure,” Edwin. My tryst with Justin had been no more than a momentary distraction, born of a silly need to scratch an itch.I arrived home late on Sunday, long after the boys had been put to bed.As I walked in I could see a look of total apprehension on Paulo face. I dropped my bags and rushed into his arms. I could physically feel the tension drain from his body. We wept, laughed, and made love that entire night.The following morning our room was invaded by our blond barbarians. Their gifts were frantically. Instead, as I explored his cock head with my tongue and mouth, I felt his hand move from my waist and down and then under my shirt and up to my little nipple. I knew now that he knew what was going on and even though he pretended to be asleep, with both knew what we were doing I suppose. He gently rubbed my nipple and squeezed it some as I continued to mouth his cock head. Then, daddy moved his hand from my tits, back out of my shirt and then down to my panties. I was in a fetal position and.