They would go broke if everyone ate that much. It's bound to be the most grits she's seen eaten – ever." Well, shit," Fred said, embarrassed. "I was...hungry. The two of you almost killed me," he quietly answered. Then louder, "I was raised on a farm. I learned to like grits when I was a kid. Besides, they use real butter in there, and they weren't bashful about how much of it they dumped in that big bowl with the grits. The grits were darned good. Hell it was all good." Well, so long as you keep. I'm attempting to distract you."Nancy stood back up after removing the last of her clothing. She resisted the reflex of hiding herself with her hands and stood straight with her arms at her sides."How much experience have you had pleasing men with your lovely body?"Nancy blushed again, "I have little trouble keeping the men I want. My oral skills are regularly praised. And the few who have had my ... backdoor have begged for it again. I'm very energetic, usually too much for one man to. Theresa’s head bobbed over the stiff cock, one hand still circled at its root. The long muscles on her sturdy thighs tensed as the second lover, his hands grasping her plump hips, rammed harder, thumping into her buttocks, balls swinging and slapping. Ruth heard the squelching within Theresa’s pussy and, although she somehow still resisted delving into her own tunnel, she leaked trickling rivulets. And, Ruth realised, her knees were no longer together in a ladylike fashion. Fuck it, she. The girls and the contractor, Mike, showed up and looked around. The girls looked at a brochure on the cabins and the boys worked out the other needs, mainly security. Driveways needed to be changed, gates put in and an elevated floor was a must. A bank-type vault (not cheap) but a must We thought with all the other places with GPS coordinates that we would need a vault about 50’ square with 2 walls of assorted sized safety deposit boxes. The contractor could do both but needed to start soon.