The ground was kind of hard so it was slow going. A couple other men came by and asked what we were doing. So we put them to work. I thought about how... we would need dried grasses and clay. So we recruited more men to go cut grass and sent Harlou on the tractor with the wagon and some hand sickles for the grass and I took the truck back down to the river. We took a couple more shovels with us and started loading the bed with sand and clay. Soon I felt we had enough to start with so we came back. It was kinda cute seeing them getting along, even if it was them sleeping next to each other.As he was standing there looking at them, something dropped in front of him. Whatever it was startled him, causing him to lose his balance as he tried to keep up right while balancing on one foot and frantically flailing his arms around to keep from falling on the floor and making any noise that should wake up the others. He grabbed hold of the door frame to keep himself from falling down. Once he was. My cunt spasmed so hard that it felt like I was crossing my legs, which was impossible as Wakama was in between them. It may have been hard enough to hurt his cock, since he screamed out when it did this, but I am not sure if that was really why he screamed. All I knew at this point was that we were both experiencing something amazing. Nothing that I had ever experienced before. Before I was done cumming, I blacked out.I was probably only out a few seconds, but when I came to one cheerleader. But she still gets a Harley on her 16th birthday. Howard and I already have a '52 Panhead picked out for her. He has a buddy down in Tulsa that thinks Harleys are too much work. I'm gonna get it for three grand, and Howie and I are gonna tear it apart and rebuild it. It'll be worth a mint by the time Harley is 16."What if Harley doesn't like bikes?" What?" gasped TC. "Woman, bite your tongue! It's in her blood. Besides, if she doesn't want it we sell it and it pays her way through OSU." Great.