He only had to have someone snap a picture each hour of the work done. Then at the end of the day, he set the camera in the cradle, clicked one icon o... the computer and 'voila' the day's pictures were sent.Ready for inspection, the two gates were in unsealed packing crates. Promptly at four in the afternoon, William Whitefeather entered the smithy again. Alan thought to offer him some coffee, but Whitefeather was already sporting a large cup decorated with alternating deep brown stripes; the. Laura did as I commanded, lying back on the Himalayan rug, arms to the side, legs splayed out to the side. “You look good with that written on your face, but I want to mark my territory so no one misses it.” Grabbing my flaccid cock I aimed it at Laura’s pussy. I don’t think she understood what I was about to do until the first hot stream of urine splashed between her thighs. “Oh, my God. What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “I told you Laura, I’m marking my territory.” I soaked her crotch.. We got back into the cabin, and turned on the lights. Sally tossed her handbag on the couch, and yelled, “Last one in the hot tub has to bring the drinks!” as she pulled off her dress, and slung it on the couch with her handbag. Alex followed suit. Neither of them was wearing bras, and both were wearing black thong underwear. They skipped out onto the deck, removed the cover of the tub, and were in before I could pull my shoes off. I walked out on the deck with my shirt unbuttoned, and socks. I took your photo as we ate. Sated we sat looking down on the streets below and we drank from each other and the wine. A touch from your hand brought me into your arms and I began to kiss you.. Our lips met and tongues entwined massaging and exploring. The feel of your body against mine was arousing and you slipped your hand down my trousers to stroke my cock through the thin cloth I held you against the wrought iron of the balcony. Our kisses became tinged with a passion that promised much.