"Now this is unique, did you use old wood to get that color?' I asked not believing for a moment that he had done so."Well old in the sense that I fou...d it at the site, while they demolished a house, near me." Then how did you get this color?" I asked."I oiled it with used motor oil from my lawn mower. Then two coats of polyurethane to seal it so that it wouldn't stink like a lawn mower," the old man explained."Well it is beautiful," I suggested. The chest was over a foot long, and maybe eight. "She reached around him again, only, this time she felt for his nipples with the tips of her fingers. He thought she was taking time to rub them, but realized she was only being sure where the tape was to go. She stood so close to his back, he felt the curve of her body lean into his. Using her fingers again to find his nipples, she placed the tape over them and pulled the ends to the back to get her reading. She turned around to write her notes, bending over as before, giving him another look. Something I hadn’t noticed before. She jerked under me and screamed in my ear. I pushed as hard as I could as I spilled my seed into her body. We stayed locked for an eternity. I nuzzled her neck, tasting the damp skin, reveling in her taste. I slid down her neck and lightly licked her left breast. She moaned softly. She slid her legs down my thighs and relaxed as I wrapped my lips around her nipple. My cock was still hard inside her. Once wasn’t enough. I pulled slowly out of her then buried. Jeff, this is Ashley.’ He stood to shake my hand. I think they used to do that in black-and-white movies. ‘Nice to meet you, Ashley. Jen has been saying some nice things about you.’ ‘She’s been saying some nice things about you too.’ I shook his hand. I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do. It wasn’t the limp handshake I had been expecting, but neither was it the kind I experienced from the guys in my crowd, the kind that said, ‘I’m better than you.’ He did have a nice smile. It was warm and.