"I smiled back and said, "Oh, that's Ok, I'm glad I could help out." She giggled and took hold of my hand, "You don't understand, I REALLY want to tha...nk you!" She looked over her shoulder at my car, "Come on, let's get in the back seat of your car." Now it was my hearts turn to stop.We no sooner got inside the car when she went to work on my belt, undoing the buckle and tugging down my jeans and then my boxers. I didn't even have a hard on yet when she grabbed my cock and popped it into her. She decided to trim them to about half an inch long, and possibly shave the hairs that were growing towards her belly right off. Doreen walked into the bathroom and returned with his dad’s electric razor. She sat on the bed and faced the mirrored door behind which John was hiding. She opened her legs wide, and positioned herself so she could see her hairy cunt clearly. Concentrating carefully, she started up the razor and commenced trimming her long pubic hairs. Unfortunately his dad’s. It was September, a couple days after Labor Day and the lake was quiet. Very quiet. A few boats with a few other folks playing hookey, and that was about it.I was back in a cove, meandering through some stumps, close to a rock ledge, generally a pretty good place to pull a bass or crappie up on a spinner under the surface or throw a small bluegill or hot dog down for a nice flathead off the bottom. I wasn’t in the mood for food, so I opted to just play and see if I could spin my way into some. Don’t you think I used to do the same thing?” Peter said soothingly, not wanting to sound condescending.“How do you think it started with me and our mother?” Peter asked rhetorically.“Now you know our family secret. You can go or you can stay. But before you make up your mind let’s go home so your mother can give you your birthday present,” Peter smiled at his son.“Oh, one other thing you should know. Those two graves there,” Peter pointed to two depressions in the rocky ground.“They belong to.