Likely assumed the firewould finish the job. It almost did. I'd given up until I heard you'revoice, telling me to fight." It wasn't me." I know, it wa... a hallucination of some kind but it did the trick. Ikicked out a door panel and crawled out, then got in my car and drovehere ... like we agreed. I'm sorry ... I didn't go after you ... he had youand I didn't do anything. I should have done something ... anything but Ijust ..."I reach out and touch her leg. "You did exactly the right thing,. Instead, she bit her lip and then whispered to herself: "Oh I wish..." then asked "Will you be a bad boy and try to cum all over Jessy's pretty face again, or will you be a good mommy's boy and sneak up on your mother's back while she is working?" At those words my mind created ideas and images... I wanted to tackle her again and tickle her and so much more, but I didn't, I simply nodded, agreeing to everything she said. Stepping forward my mother asked again "Pinky promise?" I nodded again. His penis was pressed into my belly warm and semi-hard. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked him. I stopped often to simply hold him. The water caused my palm to stick instead of slide smoothly against him and I finally settled on a short stroke that shifted the skin over the hardening shaft. He lips were working down my neck and he lifted me suddenly so he could latch on to one of my nipples. I couldn’t reach him with my hands any longer so I wrapped my hands around his upper. I disconnected the gas supply to the cooker and turned it on. I then went up to the static and did the same. I next took a long piece of cloth, soaked it in paraffin – it doesn’t evaporate as quickly as petrol - and put one end in through the static kitchen window and the other end into the barn. When the static blew it would ignite and burn through to the barn. Ten gallons of petrol sloshed around the barn completed the operation. I really had no idea how long it would take for the gas/air.