Finally, he couldn't take it any longer and grasped his cock through the silky material. As Marc began to stroke himself, he thought about some of the...girls at school. Being a jock and combined with his good manners made him popular with many of them, but he doubted if they would ever dress that way for him or tolerate him dressing up like them.Marc's body temp shot up and his breathing increased and he knew that his orgasm was on its way. He increased the speed of his stroking until his body. Bugger, that’s gonna be a real bastard to get to, who the fuck did that job?!Problem is the copper pipe’s been stuffed into a solid metal trunking along with a load of electric wires – what a plonker, whoever did that! How’my gonna get to it, without snagging the electrics. How about just rip the trunking away from the bar – but I can’t get anything to it cause it’s enclosed above and below and I’d have to strip the cupboards and sink and god know what else first. So out comes the cold chisel. " Alright baby, you have a good day, you hear?" Yes momma, you too."Her daughters' footsteps receded down the hallway until Jean heard the front screen door open and shut and then there was quite again, quite except for the rain falling on the tin roof. Jean rolled onto her back and brought her legs up until her feet were flat on the mattress. She thought about her husband and the life they had together, it was hard but with a lot of love between them, then her thoughts turned to sex and for. Laura took another swig from the bottle.“Sorry – again,” she said.She again held the bottle out to Sam. “Seriously, you should try some of this.”“No thanks,” said Sam.“Hey, Laura!” I spoke up. “Pass me the bottle!”I held out my hand for the bottle and she handed it over. The smell coming out of the bottle was quite strong. I stood up.“What are you doing?” asked Laura.“I’m going to pour this down the sink,” I said. “Then I’ll come back and we can decide what’s going to happen about you.”“What.