My Dad is not an emotional guy he's a mans man so I wasn’t surprised when he placed a hand on my shoulder and looked in my eye and said, "God job, I...m proud of you." and turned back around to go work on his furs.I would be the first in our family to go to college. My mother was elated at the idea but my father was a little disappointed. His dream had always been to hand down the business to me just like his father did to him. I spent a few more minutes with them as my Mom and I examined the. He had something special planned for tonight then, something exciting and breathtaking.Jumping slightly as she felt his strong powerful hands on the waist band of her jeans, she gave a soft murmur as he undid the button and slowly lowered the zip. His lips pressed to her navel as his hands expertly slid her jeans over her hips leaving her delicate lace panties in place. His gentle kisses traced the jeans down her long slender legs as he removed them first from the right foot and then the left,. ”While we waited for cold weather, my crew would get on with the task of designing and building our next prototype. The council had decided that it was time for me to recruit Frank Toliver and James Schneider. For the next several months, I would be splitting my efforts between recruitment, design of the prototype, and task planning. I had finally realized that the task planning would probably continue right up to the day the task was finished. I had gone home early for I had agreed to talk. Oh, these poor, poor women (I told myself); so shabbily treated by men. I would be their protector. Sometimes--okay, I have to admit it, often; I convinced myself that I had to restore their shattered self-esteem. And our course, that often involved bedding them. Sometimes, it was just a one-night stand; sometimes, the relationship lasted several weeks. I wish I could say that I changed immediately after Annie and I began our relationship, but the truth is, I didn't. I strayed twice in the.