Still I thanked him a little more than I needed to thank him.When I got home I sprayed my metal leg with a very, very light coat of WD40. Then I wiped...it off. I knew that it wasn’t necessary, but I did it anyway. It was 6PM by then and time to cook and eat dinner. The rest of the day and even the night were repeats of other days and nights. My life was boring as hell, even when I managed to squeeze something new into it.The spring Boar hunting season was over, so I had very little to look. Still I am embarrassed."I see my sweet Francine is blushing - sorry dear, forgive me my littlegame". Without replying I give you a hug back. You respond with a tightclutch, and I feel your lips passionately roam around my nick and faceand lips. It is a few long moments of this before you gently hold me atarms length. "Let's see - ah you look so sexy in your new undies!" Thanks dear, I love them. Thanks you for getting them for me," I blush,again.Our clutch resumes; I work to get your suit. I unhinged the scoop of the shovel and locked the passenger door. As I was rolling down the window, Suave slowed his car and began driving very close to a row of mailboxes. I hung my torso out the window and batter-upped with the shovel. Swinging at the first mailbox, I entirely missed the target. With my second swing, I managed only to scrape the side portion of the next mail receptacle. I struck out on my third attempt, only being able to bash the shovel against the metal pole that. "I'm not going to, you know, do it with these guys bareback. Look at 'em." Yeah," the producer said, "they're kind of scruffy, but they're well hung and full of Viagra." You want me to hump two guys, it's going to cost you five thousand," Astrid said, hands on hips. "And I want double rubbers on them." Come on. I'll give you three if you do a good job, pose for close-ups after with bare cocks."Astrid shook her head, tossing red curls. "Four plus a hundred a close up." Damn," the man said,.