"Oui there is a bulge I can see there," Antoine said. "What would you say is the problem," I replied looking at him. "Without a proper examination, it...is hard to say," he replied, as he stroked my stiffened cock through the thin material of my trousers. "In that case, perhaps you should satisfy yourself," I said. He unzipped me, allowing my cock to fully extend into his waiting hands. Antoine gently stroked my throbbing meat and moistened the tip with butterfly kisses. I grew thicker under his. Without words your eyes told me you wanted it, and wanted it right now. You took my hand and slid it under your skirt to show me just how excited you were. Your pussy was dripping wet. Mmmm, I wanted to taste it! I wanted your wet pussy all over my face for you to suck the juices off of.I slowly pushed you back across the back seat, at the same time sliding your skirt up. You knew my friends could see but had just enough of a buzz that you didn't care. It was part of your rush and what made you. Usually cold shrinks, but I was so ensnared in my web of fantasies that I imagined her caressing me with the ice. Ice would have to figure in our next encounter. I plotted and the embers of my passion melted that first cube and the aching returned. So I grabbed another ice cube, and another, and another, and continued my frosty fondling in the kitchen while a plan for our next encounter began to take shape. To relieve my craving, I amped my runs from two to three per week to daily. During one. We're going to have to kick you out while we're doing the work. I thought you knew that." I didn't even think about it." We're going to make a mess, running the water and lowering that platform. And we'll be in here at 6 every morning we're on the job. This is my foreman, Fred. If I'm not here, he will be." Hi Fred. I've got some stuff in that wardrobe. Will it be OK till tonight?" Sure. We're not going to mess with it."He excused himself and then told Fred to get the others and start unloading.