. in the case of lodge construction those holes a perfect for staking the cover to the ground ... the unscraped hide makes a ledge of thicker hide tha...t stops tearing.After the fat and meat is gone, the hide is turned over and the hair is removed ... including the follicles ... the little black dots that denote hair side from flesh side.Properly done the hide is thin and translucent. A lodge is light and airy ... not cave dark. The hide is hide, not leather. Leather is tanned.Starting with the. Fred instructed me to strip and put the panties on first the feel of the satin sliding up my legs made me start leaking precum Mitzi then stroked my hard cock just a few strokes and i started to moan and my cock started shooting cum all over. Mitzi just smiled and pulled the panties up they fit like they were made for me. Mitzi then put the bra on me she stuffed the cups with my mothers rolled up pantyhose. Mitzi then looked at me and said you should have been a girl Fred was now naked his hard. She believed that if feeling desire was natural, then acting on it was as well. Anything natural couldn't be a sin, unless it was abused. For months, she had been trying to find away to convince Angelique to agree with her.With some gentle probing, she had discovered that her friend agreed that sex wasn't sinful. Angelique admitted that she enjoyed listening to the boys from the public schools when they cried out dirty things to her, and that it excited her to wonder just what those things. “Helen, my sweet, I’ve got a question to ask you.”“So have I,” she said.What happened next was uncanny, but summed up how closely our thoughts lay together, we spoke together:“Would you like us to get married?” Me. “I think we need to marry.” Her.She started. Lifted herself and stared into my eyes. Again we spoke together:“So do I.” Me. “Yes, I would.” Her.We looked at each other, then a smile began to grow, then a chuckle, a giggle, laughter.“What are we like?” she spluttered.“Each other!” I.