I mean, I guessI do maybe, but not for sure. He's probably the father of that boy, Zack,that I went to his house once, remember? And I guess we've had...sometrouble but, Daddy, I didn't want to. He just got mad at me about something, and I tried to get him to leave me alone, and then, I guess, Ithreatened to do some things if he didn't. OK? But that is all, really.And I really wouldn't have done those things, really. But I wanted him tojust let up is all. That's all. I guess I could explain it. But it was no use; the old stove had gone dead hours earlier, and the cabin was too chilly to allow further sleep. She stretched her arms above her head, savoring the last moment of warmth in bed-- and then she leaped up, putting bare feet to the wood floor and scattering crackers from last night's snack onto the floor as she clutched her red flannel union suit around her.She lit a match and in a moment the old iron stove was glowing again. She held her hands in front of the growing fire, then. We went to Jacksonville Middle School, 8th grade. I am five foot nine, very muscular, and bisexual. I have brown hair, commonly mistaken for black, green-blue eyes, and the identical skater-boy haircut. It was second period: Science. Tom was flirting harmlessly with his lab partner, Sharon, a pretty brunette with boobs the size of Jupiter. A lucky man, I thought. I would kill to be next to those boobs. Or, him. Ah, his luscious pectorals… taking off his shirt, and running my mouth down, down. This wasn’t love making, this was hard, erotic sex. Your breathing became shallower, your arms wrapped tighter around me and you felt the orgasm you so desperately wanted come closer. I, too, couldn’t hold on much longer. ‘Ooohhhhhhhhh YYYEEEESSSSSS!’ Screaming, the orgasm hit you. I couldn’t hold on any longer either, my cock exploding inside you. Your legs shaking, body on fire, another orgasm came over you as I continued to fuck your hot pussy. I slowed down as the high eased off, my body.