Let me finish the story. So, God had been watching the brave man and he decided that he would save him from the winter. The first thing he did was lea...d him to a cave that had dry firewood in it."The brave man was able to make a fire so that he could warm himself and sleep. When he awoke, he found that God had performed another miracle. Not only had he kept the fire burning brightly all night; he also provided a bowl of the most wonderful hot stew anyone has ever tasted. It was like God's own. While I try not to play too close to home, I was a little scared of who this person was that had been tormenting me all day and knew all about me.I arrived at a small house not too far from where I live. I now started to suspect who it was, and I wasn't happy about it.I walked to the door and rang the bell. When it swung open, I knew my guess was right. At the door just in a pair of black boxers was Mike.Mike is and will always be a huge douchebag. He was one of the first swingers I ever met. I know I'll tell him I'm in Cuba, cause I know he won't go there, cause he thinks we should nuke the place and wipe it off the face of the world. I don't remember even falling a sleep but when I woke up I was very hungry, and ready for what the day was to bring me. I ordered room service and when my breakfast came I give the server a huge kiss telling him that if he wanted more of a tip he would have to come back later, as I give his soft cock a squeeze through his pants. He smiled and said he. She rubbed her nose on her wrist.“What brought you out here? Why haven’t you gone home?”“This is my home. I’ve always lived out here.”“I see. Well, what makes you think you’re cursed?” My eyes glanced down to her bare breasts, a quick and involuntary reaction because they were out. I wasn’t trying to perv on her, it's just… there were boobs, so I looked.“I have always been cursed, for as long as I can remember. There was a village nearby, with a beautiful church. I would watch people live their.