Ronny was his name; a handsome 45-year young bear type of a guy. He was the owner of Holland and Son, Inc., a modular home re-locator service. Nick was his son, a chip off the old block at 25 years old. As I remember, it was the week of Thanksgiving that my life was drastically changed forever. I needed to have a trailer moved about 20 miles to a more accessible location for my rental property. Due to Hurricane Katrina, most of the movers were working for FEMA and claimed to be unavailable for up to two months. I ran across an ad in a local paper for Holland and Son, who was about 50 miles away from my original location. I decided to give them a call and see if they were available and if so, how much it would cost.
The price was reasonable and they were available. The date and time was set for the move. I made sure that everything was ready for their arrival. When the two of them got to the trailer, they jumped into action jacking the trailer up and untying the tie downs. Both men had a huge bulge in their jeans that could not be overlooked.
Ronny was a clean, but unshaven brawny man. I enjoyed watching him at work. I am sure that he noticed my admiration. Everywhere he went, I was close behind him to ask or answer question. He was easy to talk to. He had a great smile and deep blue eyes. Both of the men filled out their jeans with a beautiful ass.
The price was reasonable and they were available. The date and time was set for the move. I made sure that everything was ready for their arrival. When the two of them got to the trailer, they jumped into action jacking the trailer up and untying the tie downs. Both men had a huge bulge in their jeans that could not be overlooked.
Ronny was a clean, but unshaven brawny man. I enjoyed watching him at work. I am sure that he noticed my admiration. Everywhere he went, I was close behind him to ask or answer question. He was easy to talk to. He had a great smile and deep blue eyes. Both of the men filled out their jeans with a beautiful ass.