The fastest construction project would be the wood building for the saw mill. The whipsaw, a narrow blade held rigid by a frame guided by gears, would...move the blade back-and-forth, powered by the waterwheel. This small mill would be able to produce about 3,000-5,000 cut boards a day. There was no doubt in my mind this would seem like a miracle device. However, this simple mechanical water-powered device wasn't as effective as a circular saw, but they didn't have the technology to put that in. “Take off the thong...” I peeled it down revealing my wet shaven pussy. More pics. “Lay on your back and spread your legs.” I did so.“Now play with yourself.” I started masturbating, moaning as he took pics. Soon I came and it was all recorded on his phone. He then laid down on top of me and guided his cock into my pussy. I let out a deep guttural groan of mixed pain and pleasure. I wrapped my boot clad legs around his waist and start humping him back. As he pumped in and out he then pinned my. ‘It’s Max,’ she said, trying to calm down. ‘He’s been in an accident. A drunk driver hit his taxi.’ ‘Oh shit,’ I replied. ‘Is he hurt bad?’ ‘No, you don’t understand, he’s dead.’ ‘What?’ I said, shocked to my core. ‘Are you okay? I can split in about 5 minutes. I’ll be there in about 20.’ ‘NO I’M NOT ALRIGHT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I FEEL LIKE?’ Then, just as quickly, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’m just … just, oh god, I don’t know.’ I turned everything over to my lead and. We were told to hire models if we couldn't find a suitable subject at home."I don't know, Mom. We don't have the money for a model and I don't know of anybody willing to let me take that kind of pictures." Well why not use me?" she asked willingly.My faced turned beet red at her suggestion. By now Mom was fifty two, but by no means a slouch. She was very pretty and had a great figure, especially her boobs. While I had always liked the way she looked and loved seeing her breasts bouncing beneath.