Ah, well, he thought, patch today, bug fix tomorrow.The nut took some force to start. Chris smacked his knuckles once or twice, cursing loudly. Finall..., it began to turn. Once it started turning under the wrench, it began to turn of its own volition as if under great pressure. Chris quickly rechecked the main valve and the segments before and after the one he was working on, but everything seemed normal. Just as he approached the segment, the nut gave way, spewing water on the basement. What happened the first morning after I arrived, though, was I found myself riding Oscar east to Scarborough ... and Star Carr. I found it easily enough, and someone went to find Lisa. I can’t describe her expression when she saw me, but it left me in no doubt she was, indeed, pleased to see me. Then her expression changed to uncertainty.“You look good,” I said. She was in cargo shorts and a loose cotton shirt, her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was sweating a little.Her expression. ‘I’m not interested. I just want to get done with college before I even think about a relationship,’ Ayla reminded her friends. ‘I have to go guys, my father is taking Abby and I out to dinner, some place fancy,’ she sighed. ‘I can help you get ready,’ Carly offered. ‘That’d be awesome,’ Ayla agreed. ‘See you Rache,’ she added before she and Carly walked away. ‘Well look who we have here,’ a familiar, male voice said causing Ayla to stop dead in her tracks. ‘You’re looking pretty good Aya.’. She kissed the tip and then with a final glance toward her now suffering husband—me—she let it slip between her lips. She began to suck and lick him lovingly; her commitment to him bothered me a lot; but, straining to maintain my senses, I gathered the last, vestigial elements of my self-control and watched.Marcus eyes were glazed over. No words had yet passed his lips, but his look was screaming his rapture. He came; he came copiously. Marianne's lips were smeared with his cum, that is, that.