While his rear wheels were still in the driveway of the service station, a motorcycle patrolman swerved in beside him. The bike moved very slowly acro...s the sidewalk area of the drive, and the officer glanced toward the side of Paul's vehicle.A momentary chill traveled up his back, but he told himself it wasn't fear of discovery. There was nothing basically suspicious about his car, and he knew that even if someone took a look inside, there was little chance that the unconscious Pal would be. ” She looked down at my fully erect, seven-inch cock and said, “We’ve got to get that down.” I suggested a nice, long fuck, but she had other plans. She left the room for what seemed like ten minutes. My mind wandered off to sports and my dick shrank. Kate walked back in the bedroom carrying a bowl of ice and a washcloth. She sat down next to me, looked me dead in the eye, grabbed my cock and shoved the bowl of ice under it. She dipped my cock and balls into the ice and I immediately. Something. I had been stupid beyond all expectations of forgiveness and I didn't know what to do or how to bring it up, so ... I built a treehouse.When Leith built the house, he was adamant that the existing trees be preserved, contrary to accepted construction practices. Accepted construction practices called for 'leveling' the lot. A homesite with no obstructions is an easy place to work. Besides, there is a certain expectation of remuneration when the builder sells the wood from the leveled. ’ His face brightened and a few haggard years fell off him. The transformation was amazing. ‘I’d like that. And mebbe I can make ya spaghetti and meatballs like I used to. Ya always liked ’em when I made ’em.’ I laughed as the memories of my favourite childhood meal came rushing back. Dad hadn’t done the cooking for us since I was eleven or so. Spaghetti and meatballs was the only thing in his repertoire that I remember being actually palatable. I took his arm and helped him from the office..