"Sure you could." He smiled.Trisha caught herself smiling back. "Well, I _was_ working onsomething for the dance." She took a sheet of paper out of...the drawerand handed it to him."It's a house... no, a school. The school, but with its roof blownoff. Oh, I get it. 'Raise the roof to help us raise the roof.'That's a nice play on words." He handed it back to her. "See, I saidyou were good at writing these things."Trisha felt... something... pleasant run through her. "Thanks. Iguess we'll. Her pussy got tighter and tighter and my thrusts got stronger and stronger. Suddenly she quivered on my dick and came like an avalanche. I squirted my seed into her, grunting and puffing as I gained my release. Youve got to be the best pussy in the West! I murmured into her ear. She just giggled and wriggled her fine little ass. Our little camp grew slowly and soon it was a real house. The forest supplied us with all the wood we needed and we built a little more each day. I made a stone. Annie started toprepare a "to do" list.1. Create a waistline. I am slim and fit but a corset was decided as the best option. One built into the outfit as a bustier, was considered best.2. I needed hips and a bit more bum. Padded pants were the answer to that3. I needed a bust. The bustier corset would give some impression but this one needed thought4. I needed a hair style. My hair was fairly long. There were three options. A short female hair style, a wig or hair extensions.5. I needed a. “Okay, sure,” I said. “Noon?”“That would be good,” he said. Well, it was 10:30 a.m.I need to clarify here that Abigail and I had not made up; likely never would in any true sense. But, we did share kind of an armed truce. We did talk if but in short terse sentences from time to time. We did see each other around. It was what it was.It had been some months since the big man had made the unilateral decision, and without my knowledge, to get the legs for me. On the day that that he announced that.