Steve mentioned that he smelled what I had been smoking and offered to trade some scotch for what I had to share. I said, “That sounds great.” Abo...t thirty minutes later, after I put on some shorts and a tank top and rolled a few joints, I was ready for my campfire pow wow with my neighbors. Steve had started making Smores as he sat near the flames of his campfire. I thought this was cute. He poured some Johnny Walker Black over some ice into a glass with a handle. I lit the first joint and. .. Oh!" He looked out of the window of the rolligon. A cloud of dust resolved itself into a line of animals trotting along parallel to their course. They drew closer, and he could see that at first glance they strongly resembled the American bison whose countless numbers had virtually covered the midwestern plains when the white men first arrived. As they drew closer to the herd, he was able to make out some differences. These animals were larger, more massive, and their horns were long and. "Janice had no way of knowing that it had been John manipulating her from the start. That he was the reason the once happy, well balanced mother was now a mental wreck. Even if she was to find out, she wouldn't have cared... not really, not now."Sit down mom. I want to go over a few things with you."Janice went over to the couch and sat. She tried to hold onto the bottom of her robe, so as not to flash her pussy on the way down. When she looked up at her son he was scowling at her. She wasn't. “I will not be disrespected in my own house, young lady!” Mom roared at Becky and I dreaded what came next, especially as that was the moment that Dad walked into the house.“Okay, now, this is not I wished to come home to today, after a long day of visiting shut-ins, potential members, and lost souls seeking God’s light! Clearly, Satan is working overtime here, causing my daughter to act out, and maybe my son, just guessing from the appearance of the school principal, who I just saw at the open.