I had several pallets laid out and sheets of plastic over what I had saved. Little trim boards on this one, planks on those two, partial sheets of ply...ood or OSB on the next two. Brick and cinderblock were stacked to one side. Another had boxes of bits and pieces. I had this thought of building a little cabin or something. There was also the stacks of empty pallets, both useable and firewood quality. Even the bad ones made a decent wind break for my little corner fire pit. And then things. She told me to get undressed. I started feeling a bit self-conscious. For heaven's sake, Kevin had been the only one to see me nude since we got married. She walked over to me and began undoing the buttons on my blouse. With each button she would kiss the revealed skin, making me wetter with each movement. I couldn't believe I was finally going to get my fantasy. Once we were both undressed she led me to her bed. It was the same bed that I watched her masturbating on weeks ago. Carly had me lay. Cindy did. I did. Won’t hurt. Makes you a better pilot.”“Now that’s a thought...”“Call it ‘recovery from unusual attitudes’ and you get the picture ... And Greg or Hanna either one would LOVE to get their hands on that Stearman. Might swap you some hours in their Extra.”“The girls already know what those things cost,” I sighed. “Don’t make me have to buy one.”Once they were out of sight we went back inside, looked over a couple of upcoming projects. It’s always a kick to get a drawing package. “Mom, you wanted Lana to know.”“Why would I want that?” I challenged my daughter.Lana answered. “Didn’t you hear? She called me skinny.” My dear pussy swapping friend was by no means an emaciated cover model, but you could test flat irons against her belly. “She’s testing me.”“You want to get Lana fat?”“Just a few pounds. Maybe then, she wouldn’t shame me into her snatch every time we hook up.”“I’m sorry.” Lana said sincerely, as if an alien creature had landed on her head and waved its magic.