“My father grew up in Nova Scotia. He moved to the states in his twenties, but we’d go visit his family every summer. They lived on the coast and ...y older sister and I spent most of our time on the rocks outside of this lighthouse. The keeper was just as you’d expect, old and craggy, but he seemed to have a soft spot for us and would let us in and tell us a lifetime’s worth of stories.” “What an amazing experience for a young boy that must have been for you.” “It was. I was convinced it would. He looked down at his clothes and then over at Dale. Shaking his head at the mess, he said, “I’m going to change my clothes and load our gear into the van. Dale, would you like to help me with our gear?”Happy to have a reason to leave the table, Dale said, “Sure.”William and Dale left the table. Betsy, seeing her chance to escape and move around without restriction, followed them out of the room. The room was silent after their exit. Marguerite came out of the kitchen and looked at the group. Her body was moist with perspiration and her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. Lauren was sleeping quietly on his chest and after kissing the top of her head, Andrew fell asleep too. — The next morning, the sound of running water forced Andrew awake. Still half-asleep, he had to blink several times and look around before remembering exactly where he was. The conglomeration of clothes they had stripped off last night was still piled on the floor. The shower was running and the. "Now that's the way a proper whore should look!"She grabbed my thigh and pulled me up to her snuggling her face into my crotch and kissing my cock and balls over and over. I stroked her hair as she mewled happily with her face in my crotch. Then I pulled her to her feet and she looked at me her face shining both from the coating on it as well as from the happiness behind it. I glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. "Uh-oh, it's getting pretty late. I guess you should be going.