The only difficult moment was to raise the heavy trolley in the pick up. With the trolley locked in the back he started the engine and slowly entered ...n the traffic.4Linda was still hogtied on bed when Alan got back home; the chains holding her on the center of the bed did a good job. A strong smell of woman pleasure was filling the air ; It looks the vibrating plugs inside her belt had forced Linda to orgasm repeatedly insuring that she had not lost the time of her waiting.After checking Linda. Naked Emma was standing right there under me. “Hey, what’s up?” I casually remarked. She just smiled and giggled, stepping in the shower. The first thing she noticed was my cock hanging down in submission. “Why isn’t it as big as last time?” she inquired.“It’s not hard yet, sweetie. It gets hard when you touch it, or you think of naked girls or something.”“I’m a girl and I’m naked. What’s wrong, don’t I make it hard?” She seemed actually distraught. “No, no, no don’t worry a bit about you. you. I didn't mind as I got the chance to expand my sexual horizon with many of the lonely soccer moms, some of whom I knew through growing up with their kids...but those are for another time and many more stories. Tom, my boss, was rather lax with my need to be on the job site all the time as dad's connections and my, um, knack for keeping the clients satisfied meant we had plenty of work coming in. So, the job had its perks, so to speak. That summer my Uncle Andrew and Aunt Val, who was dad's. George spent days looking at it. He walked around and around, running his hand over the coarse bark. A shape was beginning to form in his mind’s eye. After a couple of weeks he started to strip the bark away, revealing the pale wood beneath. It was in perfect condition, with hardly a blemish. As he worked he talked constantly to the piece. The artist took his time, spending almost as many hours sitting and looking at the piece, as he did working on it. Gradually it began to take shape..