I was thrusting my prick into her mouth when I glanced up and saw my buddies coming softly into the bedroom. Marge didn't see them. She was busy jerki...g on my balls and sucking me as I fucked her face. Charlie was tall and had short blonde hair. His cock was in his hand and it was some seven inches long but thin. His girlfriend said he could fuck deeper into her cunt than any other guy she had ever been with. He was in good shape because he was on the swim team. Eddie was a small guy, about. I took my time and explained the processes, and showed her the tools I used for building each one. She was obviously intrigued and asked a lot of good questions. I was a bit flattered to have someone new to rattle on to about this stuff.Once we finished in the shop, I took her across the yard to the shed, where I had (at the time) about a dozen boats on the storage racks. I pointed out the differences in each of them, and then pulled two SOFs and a wood-strip off the rack and carried them out. You name it — it was all due to some sort of government conspiracy. Luke's hatred of our lame duck sitting President was pathological. Any mention of "Dubya" was enough to send him into a ranting frenzy. This could certainly be exploited. He wore a lot of black and moped around a lot too, but he was more interested in politics than fantasy gaming. Sexually, he was an oral man and he loved to have Carrie suck his cock (preferably on her knees) while he sprouting sermons of truther gibberish to. I'm not gay or nothing but a hard dick has no conscience, hahaha," Greg laughed."No shit?" I said. "How does that ever come up in conversation?" I laughed."Well, sometimes I catch a guy staring at my big dick through my gym trunks," said Greg. "That's a good sign that maybe he wouldn't mind helping me drain a load."Greg's crude description was somehow getting me aroused. I knew Greg was talking about me being one of the guys he caught staring. I was really feeling the weed kick in now and it.