I rolled over, and John was on his back, snoring. He was still in his jeans and a T-shirt, fast asleep. I shook his shoulder to wake him up. His eyes ...pened, and he looked confused for a second, then smiled. “Good morning, Mom. I must have fallen asleep.”“We both fell asleep. You better get up now. I have to fix something for breakfast and get ready for work.” I could not help but tease. “You don’t want anyone to find out you still sleep with your mommy.”He kissed me on the cheek as he started. Anya, James and he all shouted out as one when he pounded inside of her, “God so damn tight”. Making gasping noises, Anya was just pinned between them as they thrust in and out of her in perfect sync. Moaning she felt Thor and James rub against each other, only a strip of skin separating them; surprisingly this didn’t seem to bother them as it would other men, they seemed to feed of each other’s pleasure, getting faster and faster in time with her crying out. Soon Anya could feel herself begin. Once the wood was there, I started to work.The first job was putting in the corner posts. I marked where I wanted each of them. Thank god Kim had giving me a posthole digger in our gear. It came in handy. Once the corner posts were planted and tamped down nice and snug, we pulled out the plumb, the level, and the string from the toolbox. We started lining up the rest of the posts I needed to put in.We didn’t build a true palisade. Certainly nothing like what I grew up seeing on television. Perhaps Snape's frequent invasions of her mind was making it possible for him to detect her when nearby but not visible.She stepped into the office, waiting as always until she was invited to sit. Snape was busy at a potions table, working on a complicated concoction of his own, and said he would be with her in a few minutes. She used the time to focus her mind on the qualities in her that she most wanted Snape to see. Her eyes looked about the room as she did so, and she noticed idly that.