Franklin’s workers arrived early on Tuesday morning to start work on the forms for the footings of the first house. Mr. Blackburn, the Mason, arrive... later that day with some of his supplies and some helpers to unload them.During the previous week, Grace and I had inspected the seeds and plant material left by the original O’Connell Sisters in the cellar of their house to see if any of it was still viable and would produce plants. I found a very elementary preservation spell on the many of the. She was a large girl, but she was not heavyon my cock. She rode me like a true fucking champion. She had a shavedsnatch that fit my cock like a velvet glove. She slid her wet pussy up anddown my shaft. I clutched the bed sheets and I fought back from cummingtoo soon. She screamed that she wanted me to flood her pussy with my hotcum.She moaned and whaled that she was cumming and that was a clue to me torelease my hot gooey cum into her bare snatch. I breathed hard as I floodher pussy with. “No, why should I?” I replied, “if you are OK with this, I am”. “OK, but tell me if I hurt you”. The hands fondled my balls as I felt the weight of Sara’s body on my legs. I felt the pressure of here erect nipples, and Sara deliberately made sue she rubbed them on my legs. Then slowly she licked my balls, and deliberately worked her way up my pulsing shaft. When she reached the top her tongue slowly liked around my pee hole. As the tongue started to work its way down I felt her moist lips. "And who knows, maybe you're right. A species that can invent, say, opera can't be all bad."We left it on that note. It was just as well; the whole conversation had begun to put a serious dent in my day. I'd just had what was beyond question the best night of my life, and the prospect of more days and nights like that to follow lay bright before me. The last thing I needed was to work myself into a depression that might take some—any!—of the glitter off my glowing life prospects.I had my bagel.