“As to the rest ... ask Surprise.”I explained the sinking, finding the land, phone call amiss, leased the land, this boat ... and like that.“Dad...y says you are loose with your favors,” one said.“That would be Cyn, my sister.”“You have a sister?”“And a brother.”“Older? Younger.”“Triplets ... but,”“Triplets? Who was born first?”“Cynthia-mae, JW, and me.” I figured that should do it. But, no. They wanted the gore.“Cyn ... Cynthia ... was born 11:45pm March 31, 1977...”“You’re fifteen?”“Yes,” I. Just the normal wear and tear and normal attrition had taken their toll on equipment and the entire farm infrastructure.Anita seemed to have a nearly limitless panoply of cousins who lived nearby, and were somehow always free to come out to the farm to provide whatever expertise I needed.Theresa and Anita had moved into the trailer while Lupe and Maria made their annual pilgrimage back to the old country. The next day I had a full construction crew tearing out walls and handling the work needed. Do you remember?”“Yes.” I had really hoped she hadn’t noticed. “I’m sorry.” Her hand reached around, stroking my cock, then cupping my balls that she loved so much.“I think you need a spanking, to learn.” She let that sink in. “Or you could leave.” She kept rubbing my cock, getting me close. “Do you want to leave, baby?”“No.”“Then I should spank you?” That I couldn’t answer. She waited, her hand caressing my ass. “Which is it baby?”“The second one.”“So you deserve a spanking?”“Y-y-es.” It was. Annemarie is hoping for an occasion to show me more of her blonde bare beauties as soon as we reach Denmark.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Annemarie is unaware how near her chance to turn me on even more will be, when we settle for the night there.Annemarie is first to take a shower from our mutual lodging in a sporting hall - I get her idea and follow her.