She let out a yelp but kept me there as my wife verbally soothed her as she help onto my cock."Easy Baby" suggested my wife. "I know that your anxious...but she's very tight and if you're patent, the reward will be worth it."I then felt lips and a tongue on my nipple again. Not sure who's it was but it did allow me to alter my focus. The one straddling me was now slowly working up and down and I could feel more and more of my cock disappearing into her tight depths. eventually, I felt her hard. I can’t rid my mind of that guy, whose name I can’t even remember, pounding me into the bed, all in high-def. You could count every drop of sweat on my forehead. And she had the scene from multiple angles. I must have been staring right at the camera, at least part of the time, but I didn’t see them. Once I knew she had the video, I never managed to face her without thinking about that, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to. Oh, if only she hadn’t started spying on us. But spying wasn’t. It took several trials to get the molds of sand correct. We didn't like the way the sand was working so we had to look for a different mix. We finally hit on the fine silicate sand from a dry lakebed 5 miles to the east. A plus was this sand would turn out to be good glass making sand, too. After three weeks of hard work, Billy produced our first franklin stove.It turns out that that was the easy part. The hard part was making the stove pipe. That took a little longer, but Billy finally came up. We were barely out the door until I felt snowballsbombarding us. One hit me in the head and actually hurt for a second. Myinstincts took over and reached to pack the snow. My throw weren't thebest but it was accurate, hitting Jess right in the face. We were runningand hiding with a big snowball fight underway. I looked to my left and sawtwo guys I didn't know but they were doing like us and in for the fight. Imanaged to get hit a few more times with Corey getting blasted. We didsent plenty.