I was getting pretty good at doing these. It was still scary as a cast case could explode any second. Completely destroying some salvageable equipment...I finished and cleaned up the welding equipment then swept up all the debris and dust from welding. When I was done I took off my gloves and stretched. I was hungry.Dell was looking over the work I had done on the heads, "I didn't think they could be fixed. If this works I'm going to start looking for old heads. Those things are worth a. ” With one dexterous stroke I removed his fisherman’s kilt. He took two steps back but not out of modesty, Mentrassan fisher folk are well accustomed to their own nudity. Nay, it was so that I could see him in full. If he sought my approval, he had it, well and truly, by now. Beneath a sharply triangular torso with six chiseled abdominals, between a set of narrow hips and above a pair of long muscular thighs, the gods had hung his magnificent cock. I rested my head on my shoulder to admire it,. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq edit: On with the email)Maq, reading your letter I get the feeling that you are still a little uncomfortable with writing this stuff to me. What more do I have to do? I just told you that the thought of your tongue licking between the cheeks of my ass made me come. Will it make you feel more free if I tell you this: As I was masturbating and thinking of that, while one hand was busy on my clit, I took a finger. His hand stopped short of touching himself."You like my panties?" I asked.He said nothing.I turned back and forth for him, pulling on my pants exposing the hem of my panties even more. He was staring ... and I was enjoying the confidence I was feeling."More?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.He nodded.I unbuttoned my pants, turned to face him, and unzipped my zipper. His hands moved again.I whispered, "you can touch it."He seemed to have been waiting for that. His hands moved to his khakis, his.