It was variously used as a Training Centre, as guest house, as storage for containers received from Railways, sometimes rented for shooting films and ...inally for dumping old records, unsued obsolete spares and damaged furniture. One old watchman was there to look after the property and he stayed in the outhouse.Occasionally some Director will criticise in Board Meetings for keeping this property idle and Management will promise some action but nothing really happened till some 10 years back.. “Mmm,” purred the mother of the bride as the reverend launched into his sermon.Rosemary held Kurt's hand, her body trembling as she stared at him. Not me. Despite the fact I knew Rosemary's pussy ached for my futa-cock, that her womb begged to be bred, she kept her gaze fixed on Kurt. Unlike her bridesmaids, who were all four staring at Mrs. Ramsey as she popped her mouth off my girl-cock, the bride fought down her lusts.For now.“Oh, that was delicious,” purred Mrs. Ramsey while the reverend. When he decide he just couldn’t wait any longer he pull her panties aside again and slowly push the head of his dick inside her waiting pussy. He heard her groan of approval, but took his time and entered her slowly. When he’d finally got all the way inside of her he paused. He adjusted her panties so that they covered the end of the object protruding from her ass to keep it from slipping out to far. Then he grabbed her hips and slowly began to pull out. Just as the head of his dick got. ‘Hello, this is Jim Davis, I’m returning Colonel Barrett’s call.’ ‘Yes, sir, Mr. Davis! The colonel has been expecting your call.’ No wait on hold. Within seconds an overly friendly full colonel came on the line acting as if they were old friends. Asked how he liked civilian life. Told him he absolutely fucking loved it, blah, blah, blah. The colonel popped the question: what would it take to get him to come back on active duty? The Army had misjudged attrition rates and was now way under.