"It will." "I was thinking that we could do it." "Oh you were?" I had always had feelings for my brother but I never wanted to admit it. I got on the ...nternet and wrote story after story about it. And now it was finally happening. I was going to get to fuck my brother. My dream was coming true. Everything I wanted was finally coming together. "Yes." He said. "You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh I want to." I winked. "Get over here." He said. I locked the door and then I walked over to. She was wearing an overly large tee shirt. The shirt just covered her ass and obviously she didn't have pants or jeans on underneath. Jack grabbed the binoculars and focussed them on Mrs. Smith. She dumped the clothes in the middle of the bed, plopped down, and started to fold them. From this angle, the mystery of what Mrs. Smith was wearing underneath easily was solved. Jack zoomed in on her white panties as they came into clear view. Mrs. Smith sat with her legs wide apart."This makes me feel. We dawdled between the parking ramp and the theater. Britney turned to me. “Mark? I feel so grown up tonight. Thank you for all this. Mom, Linda, told me how you treated her. Everything, including how rough you were at the finish. I saw how you tied her the next morning. I want all that. Treat me like a real woman, like I’m able to be your equal, like you don’t have to hold back. You are going to be my first man. I want to remember everything, every moment, and I want to know you gave it to me. The roof trusses were bolted to the cap rails and one inch marine plywood was screwed down to the trusses. The roofing felt went down with standard nails then the crane was used to hoist pallets of traditional concrete shingles up which were screwed down to the underlayment.The last heavy job that needed the crane was to drop in the dark, heavy recycled plastic faux-timber support poles for the car port. The poles were concreted in place so that the roof line at the cabin side was twelve feet.