There’s a knot there. Well, not so much a knot as a hardness in my gut. The hardness isn’t from my three time a week ab workout. It’s inside. It...��s like I have a rock in my belly. The doctor says it’s stress. No kidding, doc. He says to take a vacation, do yoga, relax. Well, I’ve taken vacations and I’ve done yoga. No help. Oh, and I can’t relax. I eyeball the clock. It practically screams 6:04 AM. With the day ahead and worrying about Danny in the Show-Me-State, I’m not going to get back to. It uses electricity to fire up. Doesn't make much difference. Do you have any firewood or is the fireplace only decorative?" We have loads of wood in the shed. Let's go get it before we freeze to death."Getting it was enough to bring the heat back. We lit up and sat down to think things over. Whatever cooking we were going to do was to be done over open fire. The fireplace was never designed to heat the whole house, so we had to stay in the living room. As it grew darker we lit the candles and. Her pits! Her pits!!!A sweet bush of brown hair in both pits, glistening with a few beads of sweat and sending out just the faintest smell of sexy woman.It was more than I could take. I just exploded. Could hardly pull out (no condom, of course!) in time before I erupted all over her belly, her tits, just about everywhere. I bet I shot one spurt right into one of her armpits! I know for sure she had beads of cum in her brown curly hair after I finished. I fell down on top of her and we were. I could see her face, flush with excitement as she tilted her head back. This person who knelt behind her on the bed was pulling her hair. He was obviously doing her doggie style, but I didn’t know who it was. I bent down to get a better look at the face and I almost fell into the room with shock. Here was Blake, our neighbor boy, and same age as me, riding my mother from the behind. I could hear no sounds. I just watched.Nothing made sense for a few minutes and then I heard my dad voice say,.