I even shaved the soft, blond peach-fuzz that was growing on my lower legs. I knew that there was not one hair on my body, below my neck. “Is he h...rd?” Sam asked. I felt Riley’s cold, bony fingers quit search searching for hair and take a firm hold on my dick. “It ain’t yet, but it’s gettin’ there,” he said, almost in a drawl. And as I felt him fingering my dick, I could tell that it was getting hard. Quickly. “Shit, man,” the redhead said, groping my dick even more, “It’s really gettin’. When I got in I saw her standing on the seat, rubbing her breasts while proudly presenting her riffle. That I took in my mouth hungry as I was to make her moan like a widowed moose. Heartrates went through the asbestos roof with a pulse high enough to make it shudder. She came on my white t-shirt, a stain I took with honor while taking my seat again. While we kissed she said she wanted to meet my girlfriend. ‘I want to shave her pussy.’ I knew how shaving pussy can lead to hot times, so agreed.. Interestingly, I was greeted by someone else before I saw Jake. It was a dog, and he acted like he owned the place and I had no business being there. He was a strange looking beast, who looked like there was a Rottweiler in his past, and maybe a Labrador. But there was some kind of terrier in the mix too, because his legs were short. He sounded ferocious, and by the time I got out of the car he was set in a wide four point stance, as if to say, "Come on, stranger. I haven't eaten yet. Hanging on the roof of the cabin were two pheasants, and two fat grouse. So it had been Marjorie I heard."I was getting fed up of bison and deer meat, and thought a piece of game would go down fine." She told me, when she saw me looking at the birds."I want you to make me an oven, can you do that."."I don't know! How about a barbeque? I can build one of those."Then I remembered the old metal ammunition box that was about fifteen inches square. This ammunition box didn't have a hinge so to.