" Mom, I am sorry, it's all my fault." You fault, his fault, it doesn't matter, just finish the job, or should I."Kathy didn't wait for a reaction for...either of them, and sat on the edge of the bed and took Jason' cock in her hand. The feel of his mother's hand on his cock, and her sitting there with her blouse opened, his cock came back to life, even though he tried hard not to let it happen. When Kathy felt his hardness, she leaned over and slid her mouth over it and slowly started to suck. A smudge of gray charcoal was smeared across its crisp, white surface, demarcating the steeple. “Already slaving away, I see,” he said softly. “Very good.” I shook my head, “I was um, just getting started.” Gazing up at him from the chair, he still looked as though he hadn’t quite settled into the idea of my being there, of my having got the drop on him. His brow was knitted slightly. I could sympathize—I felt like I was shrinking again, like I’d chased the white rabbit through a small,. “I wanna suck that!” Hank said almost in a whisper. He reached down and took my cock in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. Was this why he picked me up? Did it matter to me? I reached toward Hank, took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. I leaned over and gave its large red head a kiss before slipping it into my mouth. He pulled away the back cushions of the couch and lay down next to me on his side, his mouth at my cock and my mouth at his. I felt his mouth around my member and. I admit to taking it back in one last time so I could make diagonal braces to stabilize it.I split the smaller trees into half-rounds using a maul and a couple of wedges. I cut a baseline piece for the back and sides, and another baseline piece for the top. Then I cut a whole bunch at a time, and fasten theseI fasten the smaller ones vertically to the frame with the dowels, but only the back and the sides and the top, and work the framework into the hole. I walk it back into the hole one last.