"George Trimble," I said with a smile."Where do you live?" wondered the mother."Where do you live?" repeated Alice.I shrugged. "Here?" No, where does ...eorge live?" wondered the woman. Out there, I thought,in the rain. Not here. "Oh, Alice ... you ask." Yeah ... George," said Alice. "Where?" Uh ... 17th Avenue," I said. It seemed so far away, like in a dream."You're new in the city," commented the woman gently, "it's 17th Street.Where did you come from?"I smiled, she was so nice and I was. There's a pause on his end I'm guessing he's trying not to hurt my feelings but instead he says, do you feel like coming over tonight? Hell he didn't need to ask twice, sure I reply and my cock starts to get hard at the thought of getting some juice later. I'll be over in about an hour will this be ok? I ask, sure man I'll be waiting for you. With that we hang up and I go and get cleaned up for what I hope is another fantastic fuck session.I get to Wayne's house and walk up to the door and. After dinner we drove back to Harold’s Shack. “I have spent more to renovate the shack than Grandpa Harold paid for the whole farm. I am pretty sure that fair market value for the shack is way less than the renovations cost. It was an act of love, and I still am not finished,” I explained.“So what’s next?” she asked.“Once upon a time I needed to live in a shack, so we didn’t replace the exterior siding. Now that I’m respectable, I plan to have new siding put on the shack,” I explained. “In a. Or, you could call it the one you dropped and broke when you yanked it out of my hands.”“You’re never going to let that go, are you? It was a long time ago ... And it took me like three hours to clean the mess, just so you know.”“I do know, because I helped you! Even though I could barely see because I was crying so hard.”“Yeah, you were pretty mad,” I agreed.“Because that thing was awesome! It had so many little bits of snow in it, that when you shook it you couldn’t even see the cabin for a.