They began a session of romantic kissing and caressing.“Max, that was so different.” No guy has ever gone down on me like that!“Glad you enjoyed...it; I know I did.”“Now it’s my turn. Stand up.”Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips brushing his, her tongue lightly dragging across his lips.She broke the kiss; her hands pulled his shirt up and over his head.His body isn't bad at all, some hair, very good shape.“You’re better looking without that shirt. Sweet enough to be enjoyable,” Shelia’s. That was the moment the whirlwind struck me, tearing through my unsuspecting brain, opening a door I wasn’t aware of, before swirling around my head and down into my chest, where it felt to squeeze at my heart. And that old-fashioned organ was suddenly beating madly. A heart attack? No, because another organ which should have been at rest was beginning to twitch.What the hell was it about her? Had we met before? No, that was impossible, yet it felt as though I’d known her forever. But, in that. When I was a young boy I'd cut and split a lot of firewood myself just like most of my friends. One thing I'd never seen though was so many people wanting to get in on the deal. Of course I'd never been around people who basically lived outside during the winter either. None of us actually lived outside now, but it didn't mean a cave couldn't be cold during the winter and the idea of having plenty of firewood must have been attractive.There was also the fact this was a hell of a lot easier way. We were with some friends drinking some cocktails and lot of shots. 3 guys, 3 ladies. only couple was me and her, the rest were friends. there was one guy i didn't knew him not either my girl. He was a friend of another girl. My gf liked him, he was muscled guy and beautiful at the age she liked 30+.After all that drinks and around 4am she was almost drunk also the rest of us and then she started dancing with him as she did with all of us.At some point she came to me and told me : ''look how i.