He says that my voice adds to my allure when I play dress up in his sisters clothes.It is my turn to make a dare and my sexy outfit is giving me unusu...lly high confidence. I always feel better in girls clothing. We have never done anything other than awkwardly curious touching and some gentle kissing. That changes today. "I dare you to give me seven minutes in heaven." He smiles a little and I know I am in for more than usual. I swallow nervously.He opens the door to his small closet, pushes. . most of that concrete came from Oak Ridge, Tennessee when several of the war and cold war facilities were too dangerously radioactive to continue to be used. Unscrupulous men bid on contracts to tear down the facilities and dispose of the material.That little switcher was used to haul the radioactive waste for years ... there was a lot of waste ... and the underpaid men who were supposed to be observing the disposal were easily bribed. The waste accumulated in swamps, wornout cotton fields. A pretty cool area, actually.Frank looked like he came of age wrestling radiators, car hoods, engines. He was thick. Thick shoulders, chest, arms. Solid belly, thick legs. He was about five and a half feet tall. Shorter than his wife, but as handsome as she was pretty.When I asked, he immediately said, “Ernie Monaro.”Eva gasped, “Ernie?”Frank nodded, “He has one of the biggest body shops in Kansas. But he also has two smaller ones. Hidden. Chop shops.”A lead?“Can you tell me where they are? It. With every movement of her mouth, Anna could hear her boyfriend moan for her and her slit would ooze more of her juices. For a few minutes, the fire in her loins grew along with his hardening cock before she let him free from her mouth with an audible pop.Cum was leaking from his tip as her blue eyes met his lust-glazed gaze. "Fuck me, Rhett. Give me every inch of your cock baby; I want it so bad," she pleaded as her hand stroked him. Hesitating only long enough to feel his fleshy pole throb.