It did change my attitude on the cutting though. Hickories would be cut last and put through the mill as soon as possible. After a hickory was good an...d dry it was fit for firewood only, period.Even with all the seeming drawbacks things went well enough. By the time we shut down our logging operation a week later we had two hundred useable twelve-foot billets stacked inside the garage. We didn't have a good way to move them around, but we could get it done.George had also learned a new trick. It wasn't because of her. There was just no way she would ever be able to take her husband's fat cock in her ass due to the thickness of his dick. He would tear her apart.Coach had the perfect sized cock. It was about seven inches long and was average in girth. She knew it would fit nicely in her ass without much struggle. Vicki raised her ass high in the air as Coach came behind her. He licked her asshole again and spit directly on it for lube. Coach moved directly behind her and placed his. The hours past and still working through my chore list when the slim frame of my mil appeared in my open door way to my house, a little taken back as caught off guard I walked the 2 meters or so towards her and as I had always done lent in for a kiss to greet her, I stopped myself as my face was about 3” from hers and we made eye contact, for a split second it was awkward but my “I don’t give a fuck attitude” kicked in and I changed my aim from her left cheek to her lips as has happen 100’s of. Does it sound like we’re rushing it? I mean since then it’s calmed down – I reckon he’s not trying to push me, but I don’t want him to think I’m not interested. And I don’t want to seem too keen either.” Norah nodded trying not to smile; she understood the situation all too well. “Okay, I get it. I get it. Let’s start at the beginning – so no hanky panky yet? That’s fine Mia. I think in an ordinary case some folk would consider it to be rushing if you slept together on the first date but it’s.