She was back there rubbing both of his cheeks with her hands. He could feel her doing so. And now he was wide awake.He decided to be more discreet and...completely pretended to still be sound asleep. She started to grab his ass more firmly. It felt good. Not amazing, but good. Yet then, her right hand went up his shorts on the right side. Her hand rubbed the back of his thigh on its way up and now was grabbing his bare right cheek. She squeezed, now this felt much better. He let her continue this. I moved in and decided I would do this whenever I could. Pretty soon I had a dozen that I owned outright. Once in a while I would sell one at a good markup.My uncle decided to retire and gave me the rest of the mobile home parks. I didn't really want them but what the hell. I gave him whatever money he needed each month and he fished. A couple years later Lupe died and then Max kind of gave up. He was dead within six months.I picked up about a mill from Max's odds and ends. After another couple. I managed to find what I wanted. They would be shipped in broke down form and would come with easy reassembly. Shipping would be in wooden shipping crates which we would be able to use. And I also thought it a good idea to have these just in case I wasn't able to produce fuel.I got a flash of an idea. Back on line, I found exactly what I needed. It took 10 minutes to find, but only 3 minutes to order. I choose FedEx overnight shipping. When I was done I have 5 alcohol stills on the way. Next. A unique experience for her: which my sexy wife was obviously enjoying a lot. She was sweating a lot she was already quite wet, I knew. And on the other hand my erection was reeling with sexual anger.Whatever, those two muslim tailors continued playing with my wife’s breasts, consuming as much of the milk as they could suck from her breasts. Time seemed to be frozen, as it were! They inter-exchanged their positions and thus continued to savor the lactic nectar from her breasts, by turns. Her.