Day Sixty-two - Saturday
There was hair in my face. There was also a head on each of my shoulders, with cuddly bodies attached below the head.
I could feel Sue's big breast against my chest on one side and Sandy's much smaller breast on the other side. Just lying there thinking of them had my dick growing. It was a real one, not a piss hard on, as I didn't feel the need yet.
As soon as my dick touched Sue's hand it closed around it and began a slowly massage of it. Sue raised her head and kissed me on the cheek saying softly, "I love you."
I moved from beneath the sleeping Sandy and rolled on top of Sue. As she held me to her she said, "You need to fill me up and not miss a day keeping me filled with your magic elixir. You're going to make me fat and I'm going to love it. My boobs will probably swell up and pop, but there will still be lots left to feed the baby and for you to play with."
While she talked, I slid slowly into her until I was pressed against her cervix. We made love by moving together slowly and then apart until we kissed, hugged, and quivered as our orgasms overtook us. Sue moaned and I squirted. That was a good load. When you're shooting for real, you wonder each time whether that was the time. Time would tell.
As we relaxed, with me still deep within Sue, Sandy kissed both of us, caressing us lovingly. "Are you making me an aunt? I can't wait to help take care of the baby, to hold it and love it because it is a part of both of you. Make a baby, make me an aunt."
As I shrunk, I needed to pee. While I went to the bathroom, the girls became interested in making each other feel good. While they were playing, I made coffee then came back to take a shower and get going.
I was only in the shower a minute before Sandy and Sue came in with me and teased my root till it stood proud, looking where it could invade. Sue helped me find Sandy's oily slot to slide into. Sandy was wound up enough that she was getting off quickly. The more I thrust, the louder she became, until Sue had to cover her mouth with hers. We had a mutual orgasm, leaving us both a little weak kneed. Sue kissed us both, showing us how much she enjoyed seeing us pleasure each other.
We were first on the porch at seven, but not alone for long. Glenda joined us in a chatty mood, followed by Hanna and Jim, then Hank and Debbie. Tiny and Ruth came, but were groggy from a fun evening and a vigorous wake up.
I ran down to the Seven-Eleven for a bunch of donuts to go with our Saturday coffee. Tom and Al came over with Betty and Joan. It is really nice to have so many friends the first thing in the morning.
By seven-thirty all of us that had a plan for the day, decided to take off for the shop to get at it.
I took the bent frame to the welding area and made several measurements. I drew it out on paper with dimensions and angles then cut the neck out along with the piece of the frame with the serial number plate.
It didn't take long to get the pieces cut and the whole frame, including a couple of plate pieces tacked, ready to weld. I went back over the angles and measurements, making sure the frame would be straight. I finished welding and cleaning by ten-thirty.
I was barely done when Hank said he already had instructions for painting the frame, so he picked it up and carried it off.
Al and Dan were admiring the newly painted bed that Hank had just brought back to them. When I saw them touching it and pulling drawers in and out I asked them if the paint wasn't still wet.
Dan waved at the bed, "Electro-static man, Hank powder coated the whole thing with two coats of electro-static paint and a coat of some new kind of tough clear polymer that seals it. Look inside the drawer panels, he did the entire bed so it wouldn't rust. All we have to do is put the locks in and we can mount this one. We have another almost ready for the paint shop, so we should be able to get five done this weekend. That will give us a running start on the week. The next one we do will be an all stainless. That won't need any paint but we might have Hank polish it up and put a coat of clear over it. Even stainless steel will rust sometimes. Al and I think the stainless models should always be the standard, except the boom model, as the boom would look out of place on an all stainless steel bed."
I went into the motor shop to see how everyone was doing. The funniest grouping you could ever find was having two militant feminist working next to two flaming gay guys. There was constant banter going between the four as they worked, competing to see who produced one horsepower more than the other. They shared ideas and techniques better than most straight folks, bonded by their desire to build the best. Kurt said he had figured the four would get along together and actually form a bond, insulating them from any outside judgment.
Carl laughed, saying just don't bend over to pick up the soap around the two guys.
Abe didn't have his entire crew in, but did have six men working today. He told me he needed more area to store completed units. He had figured on shipping ten to twenty units at a time. They would be put in overseas shipping containers and taken to Miami, where they would be shipped by water to the country they were going to. He had huge packets of factory provided instructions in Spanish and Portuguese. He also thought we should try to find a couple of techs that spoke the languages to be available for tech support, or even to go help them get started using the units. I told him that it was worth a try so he should get started hunting.
Back in the motor shop, I saw the frame I had just built sitting on Shawna's bench already painted with a bright but dark metallic blue. It was really nice. On the bench next to the frame was a set of tanks, fenders, and an oil tank, all painted in the same blue metallic paint, but the tanks and fenders had tiny black cartoon characters chasing each other all over. When you looked close the one character had red hair and was small while the person it was chasing was larger with a beard. All of the scenes were very subliminal but all reminded you of "Roadrunner and Coyote" cartoons. I wondered how the painter could get such minute detail. All of the painted items glistened from the clear polymer seal that was on it.
Hank said he had gotten some extra tanks on his dime and painted them up for Shawna and Charlie as he really liked both of them. He was going to give them a set of tanks and fenders painted more traditionally if they didn't like the ones with his characters on it.
"Where did you learn to paint like that?" I asked Hank as his talent really surprised me.
"I used to draw all the time, I did pencil, charcoal, ink, everything. I even painted with oils, but it always ended up with little characters inside the painting like those books they call "I spy." When I was in high school I got an airbrush kit for Christmas and learned how to paint tiny objects. My Mom and Dad threatened to take the set away if I didn't quit painting everything in the house.
There's no real market for a guy that paints tiny little people, so I learned how to paint cars and other metal objects. What you see there is my mind having fun and how I see Shawna. Hope they like it. I do.
Charlie was going to love it. You couldn't look at any of the tanks or fenders without getting a smile.
Hank enjoyed the praise I gave him and I told him the next truck we built was going to have his musings all over it. The race car folks needed some smiles in their life.
My cell phone rang. It was my pair of race day salesmen thanking me for the re-supply. They said even though I had sent ten cases of T-shirts and four cases of hats, they were sure they were going to sell out by tomorrow. They had already sold an engine and had several orders for both engines, sheet metal and for some new kind of frame that Gene had been talking about. They said that Dago had stayed the night in the sleeper then headed back early this morning.
I called Pizza Hut to have them deliver twenty-five large pizzas, seven cheeses, eight meat lovers and ten supreme along with about two dozen big bottles of various kinds of soda and juice. I figured if everyone was willing to put in a hard day on Saturday, the company could spring for lunch.
Just as the delivery guy showed up with the pizza, Dago rolled in. I had him join us for lunch. While everyone was eating, I called Tiny to see how I was supposed to pay Dago since he had showed up obviously needing whatever pay that he could get. Tiny told me to get the invoice from Dago then to go to his office and call him back.
After getting Dago's mileage invoice I went up to Tiny's office then called him. He said to pull on the desk's left hand bottom drawer. Instead of a drawer a door opened to reveal a small safe. Tiny talked me through the combination and told me to count out the cash that I needed to the nearest dollar then to put a note in the safe for the amount and for what it was for. I should make two copies of the invoice and get Dago to sign both with the notation paid in full then put the signed copy and the original in Ruth's office.
I closed and spun the combination making sure the safe door wouldn't open. Making the copies was a trial, as I had no idea as to how to operate the fancy copier we now had. I hand wrote the paid in full and the amount then took the two copies down to Dago to sign. He was very pleased and thankful to be paid so quickly. He signed the stuff and I gave him his copy then took the other and placed it and the original into Ruth's 'in' basket.
When I was done, I asked Dago if he was interested in a full time job delivering equipment. I also asked if he had any experience driving big trucks. He said that was how he started. He didn't want to have to spend a lot of nights away from home, but would definitely like a full time job. My thought was to use Dago to make deliveries of equipment within Florida and possibly some neighboring states. We could control freight costs and also be assured of when the deliveries would be made helping with orders that needed expediting.
I asked Dago to come back during the week so we could talk to him more about a full time job.
My mind was working on what Abe needed. A larger area to store equipment before it was shipped. We needed more space for the old used equipment to be stored before rebuilding. Our lot was packed.
I called Tiny again to ask if he had investigated the parcel next door with the condemned building on it. He said he had and felt like the asking price was fair for just the land but it would cost quite a bit to either clear the property or to repair the building to allow use. I told him my thoughts and he said he would make an offer to the landowners to see if we could work them nearer a fair price. I also suggested he have the contractor survey the building to see what it would take to make it right. Tiny said he was way ahead of me and already had a bid to either rebuild or to clear the land.
I wondered if we really had the money to use to buy another piece of property. Monday would tell.
Al and Dan were just about done with the second body, so I helped clean up the welds and finish installing the drawer rails. We pushed the bed back to the paint booth where Hank had the electro-static paint equipment set up, and left the booth so Hank could do the work.
The guys jumped right into assembling and tacking the next bed. This time I stayed with them to help. We made fast work of this one, finishing it up and getting it ready to paint just before five. We spent the last few minutes installing the locks and recessed drawer handles. If the two guys worked tomorrow as well as they did today, there would be five trucks to ship Monday and that was a whopping half million in revenue although only about twenty-two or twenty-three percent of that was going to be profit. Still an extra hundred grand in the coffers would not be bad.
Around five I encouraged everyone to clean up and call it a day. Anyone who wanted to work on Sunday could, but they all needed some down time this evening to relax. All were invited to the house for a beer or drink if they wanted.
Sue was pleasantly surprised when I showed up, leading several cars coming for a little party time and beer. She said she had the perfect thing to serve, and ordered forty pounds of ribs and another thirty pounds of hot wings with all the trimmings. Sue said she had completed her designs and the manufacturer was going to be able to ship most of the new designs by the end of the week. The web designer already had the new styles on the web site so she envisioned a heavy order week coming. Sue was in a party mood.
The friendly banter between the militant feminist lezzies and the hard core skin head gay guys continued at the house. When the feminists were ogling Sue, the gay guys said Sue was enough to turn them straight. The girls said that if they got their hands on her, she would be queer for life. Sandy and Mandy said that they knew for sure that Sue was a confirmed dick lover although she did have some Bi characteristics.
Everyone enjoyed themselves. We brought Charlie over to enjoy some food and beer with his friends. Shawna was in a good mood and said how proud she was that her entire group worked today. When she found out they were working Sunday too, she cautioned them about working too much as quality was much more important than quantity. Her people just said that they wouldn't do this often, but the extra units would help get us caught up.
Charlie, Tom, and Martin said they had watched the Busch race today and that they thought there must be an epidemic of blown engines, as they said at least six cars left the race with motor problems. I sure hoped it wasn't one of ours. When they said it was mostly Fords, I silently thanked the luck spirits, but vowed to get busy getting some Ford crates. They said there was a couple of shots of Gene on his trike and some close ups of Shawna's artwork.
Then Tom told me the kicker. The TV people had done a feature on our truck, talking about the ex-crew chief and ex-crewmember that were at the track garage area, with a parts store for the team owners. They showed the sheet metal and motors, along with a variety of other parts. They even showed our two guys with our T-shirts and hats on. The best part Tom said was the slow walk around the truck, showing the neat artwork Shawna and Hank had done focusing on the S&S Engineering logos. Talk about good advertising.
About eight-thirty or so, the visitors began leaving to go home to clean up after a tough day. They all seemed happy and content after some beer and a good meal.
Drew and Mandy left but invited Sandy to come along. Sandy said she would stay and perhaps go for a ride later. Sue wanted to ride and so did Jim and Hank.
I called Hap and asked if I could bring one of the girl mechanics and a guy that worked for me that was with Shawna's cousin. He said he and Bear would love to see us and to come on over. He said he appreciated that I called to ask first.
We rode to the clubhouse and visited for a half-hour or so, then went to Big Jim's to say hi to Double D. After that, we stopped for one beer exchange at the Vanishing point before heading for the Crab Shack. A beer exchange is peeing out one beer before drinking the next. From the Crab Shack we rode down to the St. Pete club bar to visit there for a beer, then hit it hard all the way home, enjoying the wind in our faces. We all missed Charlie and everyone we met made us promise that we would give him their hellos and hopes that he heal quickly. We told everyone that we met about the coming benefit for the Charlie. Everyone promised to come.
When we got back home, Tiny and Ruth were on the patio in bathrobes, saying they were waiting for us so we could all go to the tub. Sue cautioned the guys, saying she was off limits and that my juices were off limits to the other girls until she knew she was pregnant.
The hot tub was fun. Sue and I fucked standing up, with her sitting on me and with her laying back on the side of the tub on the platform. I filled her twice, and while Ruth and Sandy were turning Sue inside out, I worked over Debbie until she curled up into a ball saying no more, no more. Hanna wanted a mouthful, but said she would abide by Sue's rules and just suck me until I had to let go, then I could blast away in my cute wife. That's exactly what she did. I was barely able to get completely into Sue before losing it in her. What a way to get off. Hanna was immediately face first in Sue's juicy pussy licking up the drool then smacking her lips.
Back on the patio we all had a last drink enjoying the glow of everyone being sated before going to bed.
Once in bed Sandy said she wanted to be pounded, but made me promise that when I couldn't stand it anymore, I was supposed to fill Sue up and not her. It took some pounding to satisfy Sandy, but not long after she collapsed, I was making love to Sue vigorously, my body producing one more load to fill my wife's lovely tummy.
Falling asleep was very easy.