You seeee, fornication is what you'd call, fucking. Now, I'm not talking about 'fucking', I'm talking about fucking! You know, like fucking someone ov...r, the sex were you use somebody like your right hand. You don't give a fuck about them, so you cum and you're out the door, without even a thanks or a handshake. That kinda FUCKING. That's Wrong, wrong, wrong."No he's not always this short. But he is always a little more astute, in his prophesying, when he's had his third glass of wine and his. “Don’t you fucking quit….don’t you fucking quit….don’t you fucking quit…..” she growled in between her screams. The stranger was starting to grunt and growl. She knew he would be cumming soon. And then it happened, a car pulled up right next to them and parked. “Oh shit…..oh shit…oh-“ Carla was cut short as the stranger put his hand over her mouth to quiet her, and kept fucking. She could smell her pussy on his hand. She watched out of the corner of her eye as someone got out of the car and. "We shook hands and I went over to talk to Jay Cathcart the overseer of all the construction projects. I apologized for all the changes that we made today. "Jay we're doing something new and something big." I said. "I expect that we will be making changes every day as we try to solve problems that we don't even know exist yet. If we can figure them out now it will save us work, time and money later. If you have a ditch in the ground for a pipe to carry a wire, throw in three more and cover up. I only raised the question to throw up a road block but of course he took it to mean I was agreeable if only we had a place. ‘Stupid me!’” She laughed at herself, only briefly. I remained silent. The coffee had by now finished perking. She poured two cups and I carried the tray back to our seats. This time I sat next to her on the love seat, telling myself it would be more comfortable and easier to reach my coffee cup which I almost knew she would not want removed from the tray. “It was not.