And I set about squaring up lengths for posts. I wanted twelve of them for the experimental building I had in mind. I can see why the traditional boat...builders preferred this tool; if you were careful not to cut your feet it really trimmed the timber. The chips were soon flying from the timber. Marjorie was collecting the chips to burn on the fire.Soon I had the posts all the same size (well nearly) and using the saw and the adze I cut tenon joints on both ends to create a box frame.Where we. ”I had no idea how any of this worked, this touching between a man and a woman. But any doubts I had when she rose to her knees and hovered over me ended as she pulled the cup of her bra down and her breast hung over my lips. I knew immediately what to do and suckled her nipple between my lips as she ran her hand over my body. The nylon slip felt silkier with her soft hands moving it against me.“If I touch your little cock again will it make you cum?” she asked.I pulled my lips off her nipple. On one hand it’s a momentary reprieve, yet on the other, it’s the anxiety of his return to inflict more punishment. Attempting to collect her breath, to breathe through clogged mucus, the moist tape still firmly sticking to her lips, cheeks, she inhales deeply, exhales likewise over and over trying to clear the passages of her flexing nostrils, her breasts rising, lowering in front of her downturned eyes as the lashed nipples burn as they painfully jiggle. Fingers flexing, spreading behind. I was lost in that fantasy, touching myself through the panties, lipstick on my lips, domination magazine close at hand when a calm and soft voice started me from my daydream."Once a month isn't good enough for you, is it? You want this to be real." Sandra said, walking into the room and putting the shopping bags aside.I must have been a sight, eyes bulging, and cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. I hadn't expected her home for hours. She smiled at my surprise."I... I can explain... " I.