I looked at her slim tanned legs as I drove her to where she was staying, as I drove up to the house I was so impressed with this supper building, as...I stopped she said she had to go and get some money to pay the fare, I said it would be ok but she had to leave her bags as security. She dissapeared into the house and as I sat with the meter ticking over this older woman appeared and invited me inside. I carried the bags in and this Lady that was dressed in a black cocktail dress with. If the police didn’t find you and bust you for the d**gs and alcohol you could have frozen to death if your car had run out of gas” I admonished him. “Well I thank you for stopping mister. I forgot my cell phone at the party so I couldn’t call anybody” was his reply. We finally got to my house; I pushed the automatic garage door opener then crept through the snow in my driveway into the nice warm garage. I didn’t want this stranger in my house because there were too many valuable things inside. He had a reliable power source in his windmills, so that part of the solution was already on hand. For his compressor, Doug built a cylinder from concrete, about 12 inches inside diameter and 24 inches long. One end was plugged by a concrete disk sealed to it, and a similar disk of casein plastic was made to act as a piston. Several holes were molded into the piston to act as valves with leather flaps for seals. The piston rod was hooked to an eccentric crank coming from a windmill to move the. Bette sighed heavily when she felt him sniff, then suddenly lap at her sensitive tits. A cry of wanton rapture filled the room as unimaginable thrills and sensations washed over her at the feel of that thick rough tongue on her tits.Leaning back on her hands, Bette spread her knees even further apart. Calling Kaiser to move closer, she raised her hips so that her pussy was at the same height as the dog's nose. The dog pulled back momentarily, then his head bent forward and down. Bette's breath.