I kept the old barn, because I had a thing for old buildings; and it was a beauty. The house had been a different story. It was a wreck, and an eye so...e. After it was gone, I had a new building (actually, several buildings) erected.There was artesian water on the place, so we hooked into it. We put in a sewage disposal system, and hooked into the local power company. A generator was installed, just in case of power failures, because everything was run by electricity. With the generator, we had. Call me crazy, but English Literature really turned me on.But when I got to College, my English Literature teacher, just didn't turn me on, but rather she had me steaming with passion. Not only was she a wonderful teacher, but she had a body like you only see in a Playboy Centerfold.My desk was right in front of her desk. She would sit on the top of her desk facing me. She always wore those real short dresses, and when she crossed her legs, her dress would ride up on her very beautiful thighs.. My ‘dolls’ are part of that solitary life and have been for a long time. It’s not that I’m particularly anti-social, I just enjoy my own company. I have a few close friends like Lisa, who spend time with me here, but mostly it’s me and my dolls. I assign names and personalities to them and they fill in the gaps in my life. But all of this touches a part of me I don’t think I’m ready to share with you. Let me show you my workshop, maybe that will answer some questions.’ On the top floor there. Arielle felt his fingers probing inside her, causing her hips to begin gently writhing. Bo’s fingers were wet and slippery, finding their way from her pussy to the rim of her asshole, tickling it gently in delicate, small circles.The custom tinted windows on his car were beginning to steam up. Neither one could see outside, but neither one cared. The only thing on each one’s mind was getting Bo’s cock into Arielle’s pussy – right now. Bo tore off her Shirt, took one long look at her ass and.