'Yeah, well, it kinda got outa hand. I don't shout often, but when I do I tend to lose it.''Dam' good thing too, ' said a voice from the doorway.'Shit... Rachel. What is this? Some kind of delegation?' She shook her head.'Only thing I want to do is apologize. I was waiting for you to sweet talk her and you didn't. I'm sorry I thought that.' She turned and marched out, and I swung back to Candice.'You think you need to apologize for anythin' at all, I'll kick your beautiful ass up and down the. When I first met her, while my father and Denise were still dating, I thought it just annoying. Once she moved in however, I found it quite intriguing. It only added to her many charms.Having her in the house during my adolescence was a distraction, to say the least. In a relatively short period of time, this tomboy went from ripped jeans to designer jeans. Her once short haircut she let grow out so that she now had long, flowing blond locks with a slight natural curl. Her natural blond. He quickly followed me in, sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh.He asked how I felt. I told him I was okay. He asked if he could see my body and told me to stand up and remove my clothes. I slowly and nervously removed my top, then my tracky bottoms. He could then see my little bulge in my boxers, so he knew I was turned on. He then told me to remove my boxers for him so that he could see my cock. I did as he asked; as I did, my semi-hard cock popped up. Fully hard, I'm only about. There was some sputtering and the blasted fire went out without ever setting fire to the blob. That was adding insult to injury!Okay, something else was required. I decided to try to get some idea of how much flame was necessary to ignite the blob, so I made a trail of more of the mix leading up to the blob. I lit the opposite end of the trail of mix and watched it as it burned down to the blob. This time the blob caught fire the way it was supposed to, but that was certainly not an acceptable.