Tom thought bigger. Much bigger. He pictured in his mind of trees being cut down and made into metric lumber. He had already seen pipes, of all sizes,...manufactured with many dimensions. Tom was nothing if not a visionary. He knew that if you were going to put a metric bolt through something, it had to have a metric hole. That was already covered by many manufacturers. However, if one were to lay some metric drainage pipes, one would need a metric sized trench. It was a surety that you would. Her pussy was dripping wet and sizzling hot. I could feel it pulse around my hard shaft. Apparently the woman was a bored married friend of Aunt's, that I shouldn't know her identity. I didn't complain.After a little pause, the woman started sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. She let out soft moans as we fucked in an easy pace. Her pussy oozed profusely, soaking my balls. She guided my hands to her full tits. I squeezed them and rolled her stiff nipples with my palm. Then I reached behind. Working as fast as he could, he threw his four knives at the four guards and scored a mortal wound on each, though they were not all immediately fatal. He drew his staff and released the two blades as he ran toward the fallen guards. The Ghost used his staff to decapitate all four of the men so that he could know without reserve that they were all dead.Working on the principle that you never know for sure what might happen, The Ghost took the time to retrieve and clean his throwing knives. Then I felt both of us getting very sweaty. As my boobs were leaning up against him as much as they could, his chest was getting rather slippery, and we were both breathing in and out as steadily as we could. We both let out some nice moans as I leaned back and started bouncing up and down even more. My boobs were bouncing up and down mercilessly. They were shaking all around nonstop. “Oh shit, you are gonna make me shot my load just from watching those boobs shaking,” John said. Then I laughed.