It seemed that for now, those people were too busy with their daily routine. However, she wondered what would happen if they would come over to her. W...uld they be allowed to touch her or do other things with her? Some thoughts about what they could do to her, scared her somewhat. She knew that as long as it would stay sexual, she could probably deal with it. It's not that she hadn't done strange things in her life before, but the thought that they could maybe also hurt her wasn't that. It’s hot. An idle thought – is a heat flash the same as a flash of heat? Hot, fire, hell. Is that my destiny? To burn in the fires of hell? I laugh at the fire. I laugh at the D-I-V-O-R-C-E papers, those ashes of my life. I laugh at Jean. I laugh at each of those twenty-six years of my happy marriage. God, it’s hot. I can’t breathe. Some instinct, some primal call from an unknown ancient caveman leads me to the door … out in that blessed coolness, out in to that icy cold snow. Loud noises –. I just didn’t want to assume. Things went, well better than we’d discussed and I dreamed,’ he smiled at me and my face flamed. ‘I want to frolic in the field with you but I’d go back in the barn if you needed that.’ His voice was teasing but I knew he meant it. ‘Go get dressed. Almost all the drawers in the short dresser are empty.’ I hate folding clothes so I just hung every thing possible. I cleared the table and quickly did up the few dishes. I threw together some simple sandwiches. I. I don’t know what came over me when I said, “Let me finish it, Honey. Let me hold your cock and make you cum.”I reached out as Tim let go of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking him. It was hot and felt so smooth in my hand. Tim laid his head back with his hands at his side, watching every move I made. I kept playing with my breasts with my free hand. I was thinking, oh my god, what am I doing? I was half-naked and jerking off my son, but there was no way in hell that I.