Without sawmills, they built with logs, but I don’t have anyone to help me lift logs into place. Could I build a wall out of logs, anyway? The logs ...ould have to be roughly fifteen feet long to span the whole thing from wall to wall. Oh, that rock plugs most of the entrance, but there’s no way to attach logs to the rock, so I think I need to build the wall all the way across, even behind the rock.“Hmmm, I wonder how big the logs really need to be. I could flatten the mating surfaces, then bore. He softly moaned around Carter’s shaft.Sara continued to fuck his ass with one finger for several moments, liking the dominant position she was able to take for the moment. She used her other hand to massage her clit as she gradually warmed up Pete's ass for Carter’s cock. If he was going to be ready for a real dick inside him, however, Sara knew that he would need to get stretched out a bit more. Without warning, she removed her finger from Pete just long enough for his asshole to close up. The gates were still open, what if somebody walked in I thought. These thoughts quickly came to a stop when he got up and started fingering my arsehole.Funny were hadn’t had so much as a conversation since I got there.Now I felt something else there, and as I bent round to look I could see he was swiping my arse with lube. He pushed me back down on to the desktop and felt him close in. His cock was trying to enter me!During our months of correspondence we had spoken of how far we were prepared. We can go to the mortuary if you want or we can talk a while first.’ ‘Did you schedule a service?’ ‘Eleven tomorrow. It’ll just be a graveside service. That is what your Dad wanted.’ ‘Yes. Dad wasn’t for much fuss.’ ‘We do need to drop in on Myron if you’re up for it.’ ‘Myron Goldman?’ ‘Your Dad’s lawyer. I know, he was your tight end in high school too.’ ‘Wow! A lawyer. I didn’t know.’ ‘Pretty good one as far as I can tell. Your Dad liked him.’ ‘You up for hanging with me as I get things.