‘RON!’ Harry screamed as he ran over to where Ron had fallen. Harry leaned over the edge and saw Ron hanging on to a ledge a few feet down from th...e top of the wall by his fingertips, ‘RON,’ Harry cried desperately, stretching out his arm to Ron, ‘give me your hand!’Ron looked up at Harry. He looked different. His face looked relaxed and serene. His eyes looked much like his own and he was looking at Harry with a calm lovingness. ‘Harry,’ he said softly, a warm smile forming on his lips, ‘tell. When she goes off I usually stay naked for the day and often spend time in the garden, cutting the lawn, weeding or just generally wandering around. Our garden is private so no overlooking (sadly I wish the neighbour could see me sometimes!) so I can be naked all the time. As you know from previous stories we are both naked in the garden often.Well this day was hot and I decided to do nothing but lie around in the sun and enjoy it. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is. Then the same fibers from the bushy plant were shredded, mixed with the pitch and hammered into the gaps between the planks.Experience knew how to shape the planks ... experience knew how hot the planks had to be to keep from cracking. The children learned from older children. Everyone got along. No one was rushed or pushed. It was simple ... you didn't have to do anything.You just didn't eat if you didn't help ... if you managed to get older, you didn't get laid.There were exceptions ... there. She was trembling. She went upstairs, her mind already filing with obscene images, of her hung son slamming his dripping prick into some lucky little slut's gooey cunt.The voices grew louder. Her son's bedroom door was open. Patty told herself not to look, told herself that the sight of her son fucking another girl would again put her incestuous lust for him over the edge. Patty couldn't help herself. She stood in the open door, staring in.The girl was young, blonde and slinky. She was on top.