I reassured her, that it would be done, whether I built it myself, or I left it to the capable hands of Uttar and Vedic who were now my primary foreme... when it came to constructing new housing. I was certain that they could handle the job.The other person who wanted me to build him a place to tinker and work was Carlos. The man had taken over a couple of my workshops, including the one that I had a kiln in for baking ceramics. There was just so much he could do, with the tools I’d scrounged for. I could almost see their shadow standing still by the edge of my garage for a few minutes. As they got closer, I decided I would give them something to look at. So I poured some suntan lotion on my hands and really went at my stiff cock. I could say, "I was beating my dick like it stole from me."I could tell it was a guy, and suddenly, I recognized him as the son of my neighbors. He was quite good looking, and apparently pretty fucking nosey. Made me automatically think and, "I wondered how. I was expecting Roland to ask me to remove it, as usual, and as usual I was going to refuse, but instead he asked me to remove the T-shirt. The sun was so hot that I agreed.We drove to the park. There were lots of people, lots of stands with very impressive bikes, and a beer tent. We started with a beer, then went to look at some of the bikes. I noticed several guys giving me admiring glances. So did Roland. He seemed very happy about it. I was attracting far more attention than usual. I knew. My wife went after the slim blackhaired woman while I went after the MILF. As I opened the door I was surprised at the interior. I had expected a dank and gritty cell but instead it was a brightly lit bedroom with big drawers underneath the bed. The MILF had quickly switched into a pair of fishnet stockings and a small blouse that showed her black bra. Her hair was tied into pigtails and she walked up to me, radiating sex.- What is your wish, Master?I smiled and kissed her. She kissed back with.