After three weeks of hard work, Billy produced our first franklin stove.It turns out that that was the easy part. The hard part was making the stove p...pe. That took a little longer, but Billy finally came up with a way to get it done. We didn't have any bailing wire to spare and were running low on duct tape, but we fixed it up anyway. (There's a saying in Texas, "If you can't fix it with bailing wire or duct tape, it ain't worth fixin'!" ) In the log run, these Franklin stoves would be better. Afterwards, we began to put the ultra-light back together. Once again, we had to assemble the tiny airplane in the light of the moon and stars. We were better at it, this time, because we'd done it before. This time we had one part extra and one part missing. Clearly, we weren't meant to be midnight aircraft assemblers.Arti still wasn't talking to me. Oh, she was polite and communicative in terms of the task at hand – whatever that was – but she wasn't talking to me. I hoped that with the. She bent, ostensibly to pick her clothing up, but deliberately to show her ass. She knew it would drive him crazy and as she dropped her skirt and blouse onto the sofa, she noticed him wriggling in the chair. "Please, Vickie. You're making me hard but my pants are a little twisted. My cock is pushing against the seam. It's not comfortable."She looked to his crotch. It did looked pretty packed there and there was a little wet spot at the end of a curving shape. She could only imagine the. We worked out for over two hours before showers and the hot tub. The boys were put to bed and Takeo and Sara were sleeping soundly. I looked at the latest pages of updates before I headed upstairs with my mates.We showered together and the dresser was covered with dildos, strap-ons and other toys.“Vicky and I are ovulating tomorrow - we think. We both want you to try to make us pregnant tonight and tomorrow night. There is enough left for six attempts for both of us,” Marcy said.That answered.