Soon we was back at my house, and i think she was amazed at the size of the place. do you live here with your husband she said, no i dont have a husba...d i am gay she looked at me and giggled and said i thorght so. Carla and me sat down in the front room with a coffee and we chatted what i thorght was for about 10 mins but it was over 2 hours and i said shit look at the time, we best ring the AA. as i said it her face dropped and almost up set she said yeah it is getting late i was enjoying. His perfect little fuck Kitten. “God, the things I want to do with you.” “Please do them! I want to be your good little Kitten.” I whimper out and he gives me an almost-smile, before he slams into me so hard, it knocks my breath from my lungs, my gasp of pulling air back in almost hurts. It feels so wonderfully good, the fullness of his cock inside my tight pussy, the plug in my ass, mixed with the teasing, has me shattered and I haven’t even come yet. He pulls out slowly, and slams back in. I had never seen her this excited. She came many times over a good five minutes. Then as quickly as this had started, the scene changed and I noticed someone moving close to my wife. I recognized him as an instructor from one of the seminars we had taken. This seemed interesting as Lynn had commented after the seminar that she thought the guy was trying to hit on her.I waited in anticipation as the picture on the screen unfolded. My wife proceeded to take off his shirt, rubbing the hair on his. What I built for the sewer piping was a rectangular clay mold with an overlapping lip. The 'pipe' would be a square box three feet on a side. The two sides, left and right were simple rectangles five feet long and two feet across, with a 'tongue' on one end and a 'groove' on the other. The top and bottom pieces were made with the same tongue and groove at the ends, but the sides overlapped to lock the side pieces in place, like a dado. The pipe pieces were big and heavy, and we broke more than.