More correctly, I watched Jean's legs and the movement of her buttocks. She was a few feet in front and above me on the steep, dusty trail.We'd broken...camp a few hours ago after having spent a couple of lazy days in a remote part of the Sierras. It was our family's custom to pack into remote areas at least once or twice a season and this was the first time Jean and I had gone alone. With no agenda save a couple of day trips and some reading, we'd had time to further our connection. I suppose. His legs were as big as tree trunks, rippling with muscles. His butt was large, round and only partially covered with a pair of sweaty white briefs, I could see his crack outlined through the thin wet material. He turned around and stood over me, with one of his massive legs on either side of own as I sat on the grass looking up at him. Between his thick legs, he had a massive bulge that was struggling to be contained behind the thinly stretched fabric. His briefs were half soaked in sweat,. "Do I really need this?" I said, it will keep your slacks dry. Come on, we are in a hurry."I quickly rinsed my hair under the tap. Mom was waiting with three towels. She made me use them one after another, to get as much water as possible out of my hair. "Now come with me"We went up to my room. My dryer was still on the table. Mom pulled the hose free from the bonnet and turned the dryer on to "very hot." She showed me how to work with the dryer hose in one hand and a brush in the other to. "I stood and nodded, feeling very peculiar."Main thing's the heavy chores. I can't, back's sprained. You do what they ask, if y'will. Oh, and y'can eat in the kitchen with the other help."So I moved furniture, cleaned rugs, hauled trunks from attic to basement and back, made repairs, cut firewood, and found several dozen other long-delayed jobs that every home accumulates. The cook and cleaning girl thought it was very funny to see me hurry from one task to another, sweating and.