He had on a tee shirt a little small for him and slightly torn exposing a brown waist at times and the white elastic waist band of his underpants.That...is always a huge turn on for me with boys.He had light blue jeans and work boots. I hailed a cab and told the driver where to take us.I could not believe how polite this boy was.He asked if he could split the fare and tip and I said ‘No it’s on me,I invited you’.I asked if he was hungry and he said no as he had a lot of bar food. I took him up to. " Now was the tricky moment. My mom was an absolute clean freak and had vigorously taught me to wash my back. When I was young she used to scrub my back when I took baths. The question was, would she do it for me now that the scrubber was gone? "Well," she began, "I am NOT letting you sleep with a dirty back. I'll pick up another one tomorrow, but for now, you hand me that soap." My stomach did a flip and my cock jumped. Still looking at her around the curtain, I put on a scowl. "God, are you. He eyed a bowl of his favourite snack, amanatto,which he felt was a weird choice, but on an impulse took it anyway. Thenhe saw the jar of Miso. And the pickles. And even the jar of driedpersimmon which he was sure Rangiku left for herself, but took anywayout of curiosity.Soon, half the pantry's contents were sprinkled or rolled within the twoballs of rice. Despite the strange texture somehow the weird mish-mashof flavours actually worked for his palette. If anything the onlyconcern running. Art and I went to check on the cabins. Once the front-end loader was done at my cabin, I sent it over to start work on the mining claim again. By four, Art's and Rob's cabins were finished. We used a hopper to move the table saw from across the river to Rob's cabin. We placed it in the tunnel so it would be out of the weather then started to ripping 2 by 4s. When we felt we had enough, we loaded them in the hopper and took them to my cabin.Art came up with a Remington .27 Caliber Nail Gun that.