Not that it took much. You just boil some water on the little backpacking stove, pour it into the package of freeze dried food and wait ten minutes.We...had a small campfire and sat before it, talking (and necking) until nearly midnight. When we finally moved to the tent and slipped into the joined sleeping bags, the thought filled my head that this seemed so natural, so right, to lie next to Erik, our bare bodies touching as it felt were our minds. And when we made love that seemed so natural. I couldn't eat them at all."Are you ok Paul? Are they bad?"It was my sister-in-law who made the potatoes. "No, they're fine. I just can't eat them. Too many memories hit me too quickly. Sorry."I got up from the table and went to the pool. Brenda was in the pool with my nieces and nephews and the little ones playing. I took a seat and watched the goings on.I didn't even notice my mom enter the room and sit down next to me. "You ok?" Yes mom. The sweet potatoes just caught me off guard and I. Her hair was done in what looked like a mop top, but actuallylooked very nice on her. Since her hair was the shortest, it wasprobably the best she could do with it, but she didn't look bad atall, better in fact that I thought! The six of us went to the back ofthe house, sat on the patio, then listened as my mom once again toldeveryone what might, and probably would happen. I knew that Michellewouldn't quit, and while I felt a little silly, I couldn't say no,not after I saw how I looked, and not. They remained silent for a moment, and my realising that they were checking to see if I had fallen asleep sent my cock throbbing harder and harder.Though the conversation over the next few minutes remained almost as innocent as it had been before, their voices lowered and their tones gradually became softer and more intimate. Through my cracked eye-lids and the dim light I could see them look over every now and then to check if I had woken.Gradually, as the whisky started to take effect, their.