One of them was to pinch tight the tip of the foreskin while sitting on the toilet and letting my pee fill and expand my foreskin capacity until the p...essure exploded through my hand.And so it was on that particular morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already empty of pee and with a stretched foreskin. There was also some unfinished business from the night before. I had gone to bed in a mood for some masturbation and fallen asleep. The stickiness had of course been washed away by. She made a comment on how nice it was and I just smiled. Toward the end of the song I looked over at our table and the other two Ashley’s were there encouraging me to kiss Blond. I used my finger under her chin to raise her head and kissed her gently. The next song started, an upbeat one, but we just stood there kissing. We finally broke it up and Blond Ashley looked me in the eyes and asked me to take her home. We walked back to the table and said our goodbyes and walked hand in hand to her. I need two of the bear skins cut into thongs please. I need them for Cowta to make more hobbles from," I said."What are hobbles?"Instead of trying to explain I rummaged around and found the other pair I had. Of course I had to tell her what they were for after that. She caught on, but she asked how Cowta was going to make hobbles out of rawhide thongs. Five more minutes of a plaiting lesson and Taachachi was satisfied. She did think that this braiding sounded too important to trust to a mere. Actually, the hardest part of the job was unloading the pickup at the dump. There was no way to use tools that we could think of, so that meant that somebody - Denise and Beth in this case - had to manually reach in and haul out all those shingles. It took five trips over three days to get that done. Tucker rode with them as their guard. I suspect he was busier getting his belly scratched than guarding, but that was the girls' fault.Meanwhile, the guys from the lumber company showed up and used.