After work I would usually sit at the bar for abit, and get a quick drink before going home.One time after finishing work, I sat down at the bar, next...to a man called Dave.He was in his 40’s, had receding hair, wore glasses, and was a larger man. But he seemed nice enough, quite chatty, and a bit drunk already. After chatting for a while, he noticed that I was tapping my fingers. He looked at my hands for a minute, and said to me “I bet you’d give a great handjob”.I shrugged it off, thinking no. The ultimate sexual fantasies of OTHER men.The more crass, the better. You were lost from the word 'bimbo'. Once Isaid bimbo, your imagination took over. Those other spells were just tokeep you distracted as you finished yourself off. Really, you resistedless than most. It's like you really, really wanted your perfect bimbo tobe made real. You've fantasized about the girl you've become a lot,haven't you Traci?" I don't know," she said, then giggled, " I guess!" Ah, you know, I think I'm already. You're a little bit bigger than your dad and just as hard. You two know that if you want to fuck but don't want to take a chance on getting Janet pregnant, you can do anal. I love it when your dad fucks my ass hole." Mom got on her hands and knees. "We do it enough that it is easy for me to take a cock in there so all you need to do is put a little of your spit on the head of your cock and I'll be ready. You'll need to use a bunch of lube on your sister for a while. I got on my knees behind. If the soil hadn't been so sandy, we'd have put a layer of sand in the bottom of the footer for drainage. As it was, we didn't need to. I started laying the stones in the bottom as John brought them to me. After about an hour of this, we changed jobs. We didn't get nearly as tired that way.Timmy and the three girls went back to working on removing the topsoil from inside the cabin, while most of the women went off to get a load of clay.We were making good progress and so were the kids. Timmy.