Sunday, he seemed to spend almost the whole day measuring and making notes, and then measuring some more. When I brought him some more tea at one poin..., he was staring at the house with the plans we'd printed in one hand. They were covered in notes."What are you doing?" I asked."I'm stepping through it all in my head." Why? Do you know what you're doing?" Yeah mostly. But I'm not a professional builder. I'm stepping through it in my head to make sure I know how this is going to work." Are you. Her gaze slowly drifted down to his belly, seeing a mildly sculpted frame, no packs but they were almost surfacing. Imperfect perfection. An oxymoron. She looked back up at him and said, “You’re shaved.” “I got itchy when I did sports. Became a habit.” Her left hand ran down his belly, passed his belly button and brushed against where there used to be thick hair. Her touch sent a jolt through him, followed by a tingling sensation. She smiled gently, knowing the power she had but also. Foolish of her because that's when I shoved the handle of the tennis racket far up her asshole. She screamed so loud that the dog began to bark and then growl. However it only took another second for the odor of piss vomit to set him in motion and he was all over Lisa and her puke puddle. Her naked body in the middle of the gross scene was enough to turn anyone on and with the Dog I knew this would be the best home video ever. My anger eased but I left the racket sticking from her ass checks;. The waiting is almost unbearable but so erotic.E: Darling, i love youMe: I know sweetheart. What’s happening?E: The guy bought me a drinkMe: And?E: He’s even hotter close up. I really fancy himMe: Have you danced with him?E: Yes. And he’s kissed meMe: On the lips?E: Yes. I’m so wetMe: What are you going to do?E: What would you like me to do? I hope you’re still waitingMe: What do YOU want to do?E: Truth?Me: YesE: I want him to fuck meI feel my stomach clench. This is the point of no return. I.