"Wow, Sharon..." was all Jim could say, he didn't think the treatment would actually work."Call me Tits, please," Sharon said, feeling her nipples ere...t as she said that beautiful word. 'That is my name, isn't it?' Reading was a bit beyond her, but she was pretty sure that was the word on her dress. It had to be her name. She hugged him and said, "I want to be your fuck-toy."Jim felt her breasts press against him and said, "That's great, Sharon." Huh?" she responded as she pushed him away.. But I had to work him vigourslly for another 2-3 minutes before I felt the climax start its final build up. I could feel his dick swell even more, then my friend convulsed , letting a little grunt (we needed to stay quiet) from his lips, as his cum filled my mouth and leaked from the corners of my stretch mouth down his thick shaft. After about 20 seconds his orgasm calmed down and I let his dick slide from my mouth. I sucked hard to keep any additional cum from leaking out. Mmmmm, I smiled as. " Wallander said. I held myself still as the Sergeant approached."If you'll pardon me, sir." He said as he reached to check my pockets, he first removed the pistol from the holster – actually I was glad he did that, I never did like firearms – and placed it on the table behind him.Wallander picked it up and looked at it, "Well that is army issue." He stated, his voice sounding faintly worried.The Sergeant then went to the pocket I indicated and removed the I.D. card that was there, he then went. He said Elizabeth really had a deal because the boiler would have cost several thousand dollars to buy. Ted said he would get an estimate for me to have the work done.I wondered if the iron and junk that was in the cellar was worth anything. I found a person on the Internet who advertised for old machine parts of this type and vintage and he promised to come to look at what was down there.It looked as if I was set with finding a stable place to continue my pig feed business. Elizabeth had done.