"If it's what you want." Oh, it is and you KNOW it's what you want, stud," she laughed.To make a long story short, we had a nice dinner, too much wine...and shortly found ourselves in bed. Brad was gorgeous, blonde, blue eyed, smooth skinned and boasting a 10-inch meaty cock to die for, easily dwarfing my slender seven incher. Beth went wild over it, sucking it down her throat, kneading his big, hairless nuts in her hand as she blew him. I watched and stroked my own cock until Brad winked at. The front yard was quite small, set behind a ten foot high stone wall with it's ornate, wrought iron gate. A short, flower flanked, brick walk laid in a herringbone pattern, led to the front door. The two side yards on the east and the west, were each slightly larger than the front.Only the back yard to the north was truly expansive, containing the vegetable gardens, herb garden, flower beds, "acres" of lawn, and the outlying carriage house and privy. In the center of the area was a circular. I went inside and stood at the kitchen window so I cold see them. It was boring, they looked like a married couple. Why wasn't he all over my wife's tight little body? I went into the den to watch TV , it seemed more exciting than watching them. I was caught up in a TV show and didn't hear Andrea come in the house. She cleared her throat and I looked toward the kitchen and saw her standing there with her empty cup. I jumped up and apologized for being slack. She said she had to piss and then I. It seems with the extra help and by picking out the best Black Hawks first, he was expecting two Black Hawks a week, possibly three to be completed; the hold up would be the paint shop. I learned one of the side hangers on the super hanger was now a paint shop.Before, Robbie had to do all the work to the chopper, then fly it to Baltimore only to be partially taken apart again to paint then reassembled and flown back. Now the work could be done as needed and then rolled across the airport to the.