He had bought a broken down fifty cc dirt bike, in comparison it was going to be simple to reconstruct. It also meant I wouldn’t be tempted to tinke... with his Harley.Now I was able to mimic what dad did in a much easier format.Once he had everything stripped out of the frame, he sanded it back to the bare metal. He then put an anti corrosive undercoat on the frame, before spraying the whole thing a glossy black.I had done the same, but my bike was a bright red.Week by week, dad worked on his. "Well, I don't think anyone really told me that but when I asked about the Lear jet just sitting there I was told it was a presidential plane and was only for special occasions," she stammered."Well let me introduce myself, I am John McDonald and this is my wife Shannon McDonald. We own this company, so that would mean that I own the Lear jet and we will be taking it for a little spin to see how it handles," I said with a big smile."Excuse me Mr. McDonald, let me get Mr. Stevens for you," she. 　We went up to her 9th floor apartment. She unlocked the door and I went in and placed her grocery bags on the kitchen table.　I suddenly feel a bit dizzy and a little out of breath so I sat in one of the chairs.　“I hope you don’t mind? I seem to be a little dizzy.”I looked at my Fitbit and my pulse was at 120.　“You sit awhile and I’ll put on the teapot if you’d like some?”“That would be great. Do you have decaf?”“Yes, I sure do.”We chatted while waiting for the water in the kettle to boil and. I was sat on the toilet, pumping my cock slowly and enjoying the feeling. My legs open and I was leaning back on the seat cover behind me. I was staring at my cock and marvelling at its size. My eyes had closed momentarily as I revelled in stroking my cock. I suddenly heard a noise. Someone had tried the door and I thought fuck. I hated interruptions, it meant I had to rush. Then I heard a loud gasp. I opened my eyes to see a middle aged woman, her mouth wide open, her hand on the door knob and.