Fuck! He is a sexy stocky man, kind of chubby with few ridiculous tattoos but that’s the way I want it, my bear cub.He shifts uncomfortably; he brok... his eye contact with me and then frowns. He changes his facial expression trying to look tough.“You’re doing it AGAIN!” he stresses the word again heavily.“What?” I chuckled.“You’re staring at me!” he said with a raised voice.“I am just admiring the work of art in front of me.” I said while touching my beard.He blushed and his head backed away a. They could be fully plumbed in later. I also provided a 20m wide covered area surround the outside of building to protect the lower sections from the weather.The covers were so they could work when it rained. The shade in summer would be good too. I decided it could act as a balcony for the upper level. So I extended the roof and added some roof to ground pillars for ascetics.I adjusted the gutters to go to the huge water tanks. We got more than enough rain that the tanks should provide ample. But he was the kind of man who would re-double his efforts when someone tried to stop him.Even so, he did see their point of view for once. This car wasn't just a car; it was a practically priceless art treasure. But to Nick that line of thinking was sickening. In addition the masterful beauty of its all-aluminum coach work, the car was a tour-de-force of period technology. Under its long and sensuous hood sat the 3257cc masterwork; an art treasure in itself, finished not the way most engines. I pulled off her jacket as well. I turned her to undo her blouse. She was lying halt naked before me. I saw her white lacy bra and white lacy panties under black stockings. Though I realized she was too old for me and was of my mom’s age, my dick wanted to try her, especially after the fuck up with Erika. In order not to get more aroused I covered her with the blanket and was about to leave. I looked around – she was sleeping. She didn’t even guess what I was doing. “Who cares,” I thought to.