All it needed to complete the job was a new pulley wheel but the old one, although chipped would suffice for the time being. They would try it out fir...t. Having a break from the workshop they sat around the kitchen table. Tom made a pot of real English tea and everyone had to sample it. Chuck was reluctant to have milk in his tea but Vivienne, once she had allowed it to cool, said she could get used to the taste but didn't have Tom's cast iron stomach to drink it scalding hot."You haven't. ..I mean, I liked Bella, a lot. I just wanted to know how they tasted.Just a little taste.*snapsnapsnap*I snapped very quietly this time, as to not wake Bella up. It was hard to tell that time was paused, but once I knew it was, it seemed obvious. There were no sounds coming from Bella, and her chest wasn't rising anymore.I slipped out from under my covers, the sheet staying in place when I let go of them. I laid down on the floor, at the foot of Bella's makeshift bed. I grabbed the sheet near. I was completely and utterly head over heels in love. Even the moon, on my twilight dog walks, looked huge and beautiful, and glowed like the massive sphere it really was. I felt I could just step across the glistening sky and walk around it all night long. I wrote poetry. Pretty amateurish poetry at that, but when I sent him some, he loved it. He met every need I had. I felt that I met his needs too. We had an unconditional love. We could stand naked in front of each other and be unafraid of. She let out a long cry, sucked in her breath, started hammering her hips forward and back.Gene felt his cock grow hot, swelling inside the nineteen-year old's bowels. Though neither of them was touching her clit or massaging her G-spot, Holly cried out and orgasmed from the overwhelmingly intense anal fucking. She thrashed against him, thrashed, both of them sweating intensely in the heat of the day.Gene bellowed, held Holly's waist tightly, and pumped several powerful spurts of semen into.