“May we go look?” he asked.I hadn’t gotten around to cutting up the owl tree ... mostly because I couldn’t bring myself to do it. This winter ...ad been mild for Wyoming and I just couldn’t. I didn’t need the wood.After I got it together I ordered coal and had it delivered. The Jeep went to Martin’s and Davy installed a 302 and four speed from a wrecked 1966 Z-28 Camaro.“But, Davy ... I don’t WANT a hotrod. It’s a JEEP! For god’s sake. What am I going to do with it?”“I can get a standard 283 or. "Now, now... They're not that tight. You're just going to have to get used to them," she replied, then playfully slapped the side of his cock, laughing as he jumped.She stood up again, and without a word, left the room. Albert's cock was full to bursting, and his balls desperately wanted to rise towards him, having felt the warm touch of her hand, now knowing that ejaculation was eminent. Minutes passed, and no sound. Time dragged on as he felt the desperate need to touch himself, to feel. Her face, her soul, were its calm eye; the rest of her, her body and her world, was buffeted and battered by the storm. He fucked her in that state for twenty minutes, and he felt like a god, the God of Fuck. She would not have disagreed.He saw her pretty toes clenched as in tiny fists, and for some reason, that sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and drove in deep and shot her full, his jets and bursts of sperm seeming to start at his heart and pick up speed and pressure till they. Nice even driving force that he exerted on her. She was sobbing as he continued to work his way into her body."Tight pussy," he said to me. "Are you this tight Silvie?" No," was all I said."I bet your ass is this tight though, isn't it?" he asked."Yes, I would think so," I said not daring to say more.He was working the last of his cock into her, when he said, "Come hold my balls while I fuck the little one."I moved over and then I knelt down beside him. I supported his testicles with my hand.