I step off the path and into the trees when I come to my first marker. 'Only a little longer now, then a hot shower, warm clothes and hiding under my ...overs.'Finally after 10 or so minutes I come to my grotto. Its a small circular clearing that I normally escape to when the stress at home becomes to much. My parents aren't exactly the best with the constant fighting and negligence. I doubt they even know I'm gone now. I snuck out to go to that party. Elle picked me up down the block, which is. As promised, I took Em and went home for family celebration at noon. My favorite dish of Mom’s was beef stroganoff. Before you start thinking of gourmet meals, understand this is Indiana stroganoff, not New York or Moscow. It starts—like most Indiana gourmet dishes—with a can of cream of mushroom soup. I still loved it.We had to take Em to the airport at four. Even with that, it would be well past midnight before she reached her dorm room in Salina.Monday was the first day of the second grading. Let me explain why..I grew up in a very conservative family where there was certainly no "I love you's" or any signs of affection. Sex was not something anyone talked about, especially with my parents. My father worked at a bank and was 8 years older than my mom. They married when she was 19 and had my brother 2 years later. I was born two years after that. A little about mom. My mom was what you called "very well endowed." She had big boobs before k**s, but having three so close together. There on the bed was my mother-in-law, squealing in what I could only assume was pain as the nipples on her soccer ball size tits were being pulled upward by her daughter. The squeal was muffled due to the fact that my wife was straddling her mom's face. Since my wife was naked, her robe lying next to her, I soon realized she was rubbing her pussy directly in her mom's face. If that wasn't enough, my son was standing at the side of the bed between his grandmother's legs, pounding into her like.