It wasn’t much to look at. Built in the twenties as lodging for one of the lumber barons that plundered the north woods, it had fallen into disuse d...uring the war. Since then, it acted as occasional refuge for hunters, and even more rarely, as a weekend retreat for executives fleeing the city in search of a back-to-nature experience. The cabin was constructed of great planks of cedar, piled and pegged together like a giant set of Lincoln Logs. One end boasted a fieldstone fireplace that covered. I was hoping we could get some wisps of water vapor off the water, but I wasn't counting on it. I asked what the decorative steps were for, and was told that they were for holding candles. Perfect, I thought. The lights were dimmable, and that's when I thought I could pull it off. The only problem I could see was going to be where I and the camera were going to be located. The only place I could figure it would be in the bath itself, at the far end. Oh, well, I'd protect that camera somehow.I. "With this, I could see and feel his hard cock slowly ease inside of me, until his chest was close enough that I could touch and rubhim. The view of my nylon legs astride his broad shoulders, my body attired in women's intimate undergarments. The incongruity of theunmistakable presence of a small but very hard penis protruding from the "woman's" groin, in what otherwise appears to be a completelyheterosexual couple beginning coitus.Now James is momentarily still. I can feel his hardness deep. "Thom, I'm not going to try and guess what's up with you. I can see something is wrong. But it's been a long time, at least for me, and I need to take your cock and I kind of need it now."I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It really was one of the more magnificent dicks I'd ever had before. He was about seven inches, but his thickness and the shape of his head were so goddamn perfect. His balls were huge, and one hung just lower than the other, always begging to be taken into my.