”“The report didn’t say if the farm equipment was diesel, alcohol, or electric,” Don commented.“Half and half,” I replied, understanding t...at the women would now know what I did last night. They’d know in a few days anyway, once the ships reached Port Fourchon. “There are also a dozen large commercial windmills for generating electricity. We can probably use one here and the rest along the river or wherever we decide to start farming,” I suggested.“We checked out Tensas Parish yesterday,” Sally. She offered a pose as the rest of her answer and he clicked away until she pushed him out the room. “Best tip I ever got….thanks!” Then he was gone as the click of the electronic locks restored our privacy. I was about to admonish her but I never got the chance. “I see you’re back,” she smiled at my renewed vigor, “we eat now.” This was no erotic “9 Weeks” kitchen floor food play. We ate hungrily, eyeing each other’s nakedness as we replenished our sapped strength. Sated with food, my thoughts. I licked all around her pussy and rubbed her little clit. This made Jean squirm all over the bed. She was starting to moan and her pussy was really getting wet when I started to rub her little pink asshole with my finger. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her ass as hard as she could. I slid my tongue down and across her anus. She came about three inches off the bed and I think she had her first orgasm. She was shaking and moaning and love juice was literally running out of her tight. He was about six blocks from Dave's lot, and was a "Good Ole Boy!" in Dave's estimation. Dave spoke to him, telling him what they wanted, where, and how much they would be willing to spend. Carl, Mr. Landis's first name, assured them he could build what they wanted for probably a good bit under that price. He had several blueprints in his cabinet that sounded like what they wanted. He would come by tomorrow, at 10 in the morning. He got the address of Billy and Cathy's house, and told Dave, "Ya.