I didn’t want to get too close and disturb what Leo was doing so I didn’t get any closer. Then, from behind me, I felt a man hug me, his large, ar...s crossing my chest. “How you doing?” he asked in a deep voice with a southern drawl. I recognized the voice but couldn’t place where.I stroked his dark arms. “Doing okay,” I said with a sense of unsureness.“Enjoying the show?” he asked.“Yeah, petty hot,” still trying to figure out who this mystery man was.“You remember me?” he asked, letting me know. After nearly a year and a half in the bitter, bitter cold and vicious, howling wind, Leo was loathe to believe that old wive’s tale. His shoulders ached from chopping wood outside in the freezing cold. Despite the cold, he had been running with sweat after a half hour, and it was cooling on him now, uncomfortably cold and sticky. He threw two newly split logs into the roaring fire and watched the sparks fly up, wiping the dripping sweat from his forehead before seizing the huge iron kettle next. After i got the toe all nice and sloppy wet, chechi asked me to swap direction and spread my legs wide up and open like a toddler. i now had her mother's feet on my face. chechi started a diferent game now. she started using that wet toe to tickle and stimulate my arsehole. i was tickled beyond control and squirmed under their feet. her mother pinned me down hard with her heavy soles. i was in the heaven's equivalent of hell. what a night i thought. jus then, i got the shock of a lifetime.. MARK, shut the door the others will hear, I demand. What? Do they never say the S-word? he asks. No. Never, I reply. He snorts, as he reaches into his pocket, and produces 4 small packets. What are they? I enquire. Oh come on, he retorts. Theyre condoms, he adds. What? I say. Condoms. You put them on your willy when you have sex. I heard me Da say so he was giving orders to me Ma to put it on his willy. As he elaborates, I feel movement down below. I like the idea of this. I dont know why, but.