James ran his tongue over her tits, kissing them, while he squeezed them. As he did, Samantha undid his pants. Pulling his dick out, she began to run...a hand over the shaft of his penis. Feeling his pants lose, he pulled away from her tits so he push his pants and shorts down, so Samantha could have a better feel of his penis. While he did, Samantha pulled her dress completely off, leaving her panties on. “Wow, I do believe that is the biggest cock I had seen in the limp state.” Samantha. “This doesn’t have to be a deal-breaker; we just can’t build her a kitchen. We’re not that far along yet anyway, so we just ... yeah, we can handle that.”Paula seemed equally relieved. “I think I’d rather she take most of her meals with us still anyway. She can order pizza or something if she’s having a party.”Pete nodded. As a father, he understood what this mother was saying.“You know,” he told her, “it’ll knock a few thousand off the budget for you to not have a kitchen.”Paula got a gleam in. Jeannie set the thin copper letters in the stencil holder, and we started painting. I turned the first boat on its side and she held the stencil in place as I sprayed the red paint out of the rattle can. Turners Boat Dock, it read, and then we had a stencil with our permit number which we put under that.We laughed as we had fun, stenciling both sides of all the boats ... twenty in all.There were three boxes of orange life jackets and we put smaller letters in the stencil holder, and painted. A tingling like that of when my lover touches me, loves me. I pause for a moment, this can’t be real, this is a dream, a dream of how much I miss him, I want him, I need him, but no… he is not here. But the wetness I feel is real. I reach, with one hand, to feel the wetness. I move my hand across my thigh, my hip, slowly touching my skin as I go. Feeling my skin react to the touch of my hand, ooh god you are here aren’t you my lover, this is you touching me sending me on this roller coaster.