A black cast-iron, pot-bellied parlor stove with chrome trim and a mica-paned fire door heated the main room. Its black steel stovepipe rose up throug... the floor above to a brick chimney, its base set on a shelf high in the stairway enclosure. A cast-iron wood-fired range with high-backed warming ovens stood against the kitchen side of the stairway enclosure. An under-stair pantry stood beside the kitchen entrance. The two stoves heated the entire house.Sawdust filled the spaces between the. I had a wonderful experience with the younger clerk that I would like to share. I needed a pair of slacks for an upcoming wedding. I had tried on a pair of tan dress pants that I thought I would like. The young thirty something lady who does the measurements was doing the cuffs. when she suddenly ran her hand up my leg and touched the shaft of my cock. She told me that I should perhaps get some pants that were not as tight. I have a rather large cock and it was straining the pants I had chosen.. Lower and lower the touch goes following the path from your navel to the soft skin between your thigh and pubic hairline. Teasing it flickers and caresses around and around this area until your legs begin to tremble in anticipation of what might be. You raise your arms above your head and gasp as the slow touch continues across your mound and rests on the other thigh. Back and forth this happens several times, making your hips tremble and shake. Without a word being nor direction give the. Marcus speaks well of you, you know. I see why. No, I'm calling me this." What did you do?" Marcus... Marcus caught Shawna cheating on him." Shit. I'd hoped it was something else, but... I couldn't come to anything else from what he'd said. And I dragged him back here." Her face was like thunder and she started to rise, eyes fixed on Shawna, but Hope's hand caught hers. "At least she had the sense to get rid of the guy before we got back." It wasn't like that. It was... It was with me."Ally.