It was at a shoot that she met her first college boyfriend, James. James was a stud. Or at least, that’s what he was told. He didn’t really care ...uch about that sort of thing though. Sure, he came from good blood….mostly European, and predominantly Irish (with the temper to match!), but what he really cared about was his job. He was a photographer, and specifically worked in the modeling field. This was how he’d met Kelsey Diaz, his current girlfriend….and she was a knockout. He never really. Here was my quarry for stones for the house I wanted to build, and the trees, which could provide the walls. I had been thinking of combining the sunken floor idea with the log cabin design. This would give me a low profile building but with sufficient headroom inside.I could use the truck to transport the materials to our site, but it was going to be a Herculean task to cut sufficient trees to build the cabin. Also I had to find a route here for the truck.Rather than continue foraging I began. Making him wear a condom was a mistake, there was NO way of out lasting him, and within minutes I was screaming I was about to cum, with that he grabbed my hips ‘you ready to become my personal fuck toy?’ He stated ‘y … Yes’ I just about feebly answered before I started blowing a hot load of cum into the toy screaming ‘I’m cumming’. Grabbing my hair he gave my ass two powerful thrusts to make sure even though I was coming I knew he was in charge. Without giving me a second to recover from my. My theory was that a woman would be less threatening, and she could not be hurt if the people she met were too hostile. Sharp Eye, an obvious boy, was driving, so this was not likely to be a war party, and I was lolling back, prepared to light a cigarette for the smoke if worse came to worst. All-in-all, we were about as non-threatening as we could get!Alice had everything under control when we pulled up to the front door with the wagon. It was an instant sensation and everybody wanted a ride.