"P-pleased to meet you, M-master Helen."Maybe it was fear of this man, maybe it was the cold breeze when John andSylvia left, but I was shivering, my ...nees knocking as I curtsied"Before you go any further, Doc," Frieda interrupted, "Tell me about thatlab you had John install in the summer house." Just equipment for daily testing." He explained, his eyes shining behindthe thick lenses. "We have a lot of testing to do on our -ah- subjecthere. I shall want Justine to run on a treadmill for a while. I’ve seen a man leave the flat but I assume he may be her son. He could be her lover but I wouldn’t dare to guess. I can hope!To be truthful, I’ve watched Barbara at lot tending the garden, bending over and showing me her behind from the window. I imagined peeling off some of those hot washing line knickers and taking good care of her.Some call me a spy. Some call me an admirer. I call myself a slight voyeur looking for a good image to wank off to. I stroke my cock and think about Barbara. He hid everything modern looking within wood framing. The wagon looked more rugged and was built more solid than a true schooner, but it looked authentic enough for the time. He read about the problems settlers had with rivers, so he customized sections to help the wagon float because there would be few bridges. Lastly he coated the entire wagon in the black dust. The wagon stayed in his garage, since rain would wash off the dust plus he wanted to avoid questions on why he turned his wagon. I just love it when you eat me out after having the tip of that seat working into my fuck hole.”Her crude talk always turns me on, and I gladly laid back on the bed as she removed her Lycra outfit. She then came up and straddled my face with her muscular, sweaty thighs, and I was almost overwhelmed with the pleasant, yet strong aroma of her hairy and sweaty crotch. Just as happened in Sacramento, she sometimes tasted differently, and her juices were periodically a little thicker. I had learned.