Bernie was, as he had been for much of his youth, still tall at nearly six feet and lanky with a slim build at around a hundred and forty pounds. But, when they hugged and shared a light kiss, they fit together just fine, with a slight sidewise bias because of the growing baby in residence. Auntie guided him into the cabin’s small living room and settled him down on the couch there. It was just past lunch time, so she asked him to rest up a bit from the drive and then he could help her around the place, since it would still be early when lunch was done, and the evenings were still rather late in the closing out sexy in darkness. As she was making them tuna and pickle sandwiches, which was one of her specialties, he huge looked around the room and saw it to be very sparse in furnishings, thereby easy to keep up, he smiled. And on a table in the corner away from the T.V. was a framed standing picture of a robust young man, her husband and father of a baby from his dearest love. As they enjoyed the sandwiches and some homemade fruit drink out of some combination that he didn’t recognize, they shared their current situations since they had seen each other since clit the previous winter. He mentioned his very busy schedule at college. So busy that he at the present didn’t have any time for even a part time job, and he was worried about that. She summed up her situation as slightly lonely and very QUIET! Since she had been here for four months, she had made distant friends with a number of the local animals, and there was a forest ranger that came by once a week in his routines and brought her mail and any supplies that she had mentioned the previous visit. When doggystyle Bernie looked sidewise at this, she smiled and offhandedly mentioned that he was only sixty-eight years old and treated her like a daughter. With that Bernie relaxed a bit. She smiled within at this evidence of jealousy in him, though she was married and ten years older than him. When lunch was done, he moved out for the first of the helpful chores, the sawing up and machine splitting rough of the wood into pieces for her wood stove, the only source of heat in the cabin. And the main source of cooking heat, too. There was a big iron pot on its upper surface and above that was an old-time oven for her to make bread or bake things. Simple and effective. But, a reminder of why she needs the firewood. I swallowed. This wonderful treat washed through my body. “No choking this time,” she teased. I felt my face redden as I passed her tube back. I felt my cock begin to stir. He was nervous but I think he was up for it. I poured clit the pasta into the colander, huge removing the starched water, and steam rushed up, blanketing the window rough with a dense layer of fog. “If you break a rule,” I said, one of your sisters will doggystyle be placed in a cage.” I thought, how sexy about my suntan lotion, that is slippery. The girls watched Mr. Wilson closely.