"You're a Slut!" she told me. "Look Who's talking!" I laughed. "Yeah? Well You're the one getting his boy-pussy fucked! Fuck Him,Mommy! Fuck Him!" I h...ve a better idea,Honey. How would You like to fist fuck Mommy's pussy?" She asked Megan. "Boy! Would I!" and Megan laid down,naked with her face betweenMommy's knees and without a word she shoved her closed fist up into Mommy's cunt,when she squatted down! I watched in awe as Megan's arm moved like a car's piston! She was fisting Mommy as hard. She has nothing suitable." Tom seemed surprised I was taking a woman to work with me but said nothing. A couple of hours went by while Louise tried on wax coats, camouflage trousers, hard hats, sweaters a pair of walking boots and a pair of Wellington's. I also let her choose a few items of everyday wear. The whole outfit cost a bomb but it would last a while and I secretly hoped she would stay on after her indenture period.Time for a late lunch. Our next and last stop was to a trade garden. She kept reminding herself that she was working on the most difficult panels first — the ones that had been in contact with the metal floor during the slide. For some of them, the bolts holding the panels down had fused to the panels and the frame itself, and she'd had to tear the panel off entirely. Her upper arms gave out several times and she had to switch to removing the far less damaged panels. She kept changing from side to side until she couldn't do any more.She checked her chrono. It. He would have to just sit there and let her do what she wanted. Laura brushed his cheek. "When did you shave last?" "Thursday afternoon, before I came over for dinner." "You hardly have any stubble." Laura was surprised. "My father's mother, my grandmother, was a full-blooded Cherokee indian. I'm told it's her blood in me. That's why I have so little body hair and my beard grows so slow. It would take me forever to grow a beard." He'd tried, without success. "That's good. Why don't you go.