Something had to keep it going, or, more than likely, someone.I stepped out to the top of the steps and looked out into the fire. I didn’t even feel...the heat from the flames. As high as the flames danced, I should have felt them from the door, or even from inside the house. This wall, this shield, kept the fire and heat at bay. Whoever started the fire had to be here. Why hadn’t they simply walked past the shield and started a new fire inside the shield?I spotted movement. Something moved. I was surprised. Then she told me that Sharad will spend time with you, and I will lock the door from outside. I was in shock with her words and locked the door from outside.Now Sharad and I were in the room. I wore a loose dress, and I never expose any parts. On the other hand, he removed his shirt and stood in front of me without a shirt. He was taking his strides towards me, and I was going back. My heart was beating like a drum, and I reached the wall.I was inhaling heavily, and he reached. ” The wood hardly needs two people to carry it, but it’s not often that somebody offers. Especially a boy. “Thanks.”“I’m Jared.”I find out that Jared’s from Boise and his family’s been here for a week, leaving tomorrow. He has a brother a year older and they’re going on a charter this afternoon.“Skip lunch,” I suggest. What they’ll pay for the boat, they could take home more salmon from Safeway, but this way they’ll have something to talk about in Boise.It’s not always easy to chat with boys,. .. oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god ...Trying to hold back I feel my whole body turn. The type of turn where this dick has produced an immense warmth, an immense pleasure that tingles through all of my limbs. My legs shake as I try not to stretch so my entire body will feel this orgasm that has been waiting to be released. Oh my fucking, oh my, oh my fucking shit, oh my god. Those are the words flowing through my head as I rub my cock, beat my cock, rub my cock, beat my fucking cock. I.