If you are not into that type of story, then this may not be the story for you. This story also contains mind control themes. None of these characters... represent a real person, any similarities are purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over 18 years old. Every year my aunts, uncles and first cousins spend a week together for Christmas. This is a tradition that has been going on since I was a little kid. I have a large family that is spread out across the United States so it is. I looked up and saw it, it looked dripping wet I had never seen one before I was so excited but I didn’t want to show it. She then went on to use her fingers to play about with the flaps pulling them open spreading all the juice over it allGo on then touch it she said Shocked I said really? Yes! She snapped I reached out and she grabbed my hand and said stick out a finger she then began to rub it around her lips I could feel the soft wetness and it was amazing I was just staring at it then she. Uh...Amber. I am just traveling about." Oh that is nice. Going anywhere in particular?", the grandmotherprobed."No. Just traveling." Honey let me tell you. You are the cutest thing. I mean you certainlyfill out that swimsuit. I bet you were a cheerleader. Am I right?" Well I was a cheerleader.", Amber replied and thought of times shelead the boys cheer block in high school as Arron."I knew it! You seem the type. I was too in 1965. That is were I metMr...." Randy. Did you bring the towels? What. Eating outside is always the best sauce. She looked around for the path that would take her to the bathroom. It felt weird that there was running water in such a remote location, but she wasn't one to turn down a flush toilet. Flashlight in hand, she headed off to brush her teeth and other things. It was getting dark when she returned. The fire was still going strong, and she considered for a minute if she should put it out. Concluding a thorough examination of the metal fire pit, she was.