Her torch flashed around the chamber. It was just as her flatmate Ruth described. For a while, she'd started to think Ruth knew about her secret fan...asies and this was all going to be a cruel joke. She had snuck into the dig site at night using Ruth's keys, and now entered into the circular room with a throne in the centre, raised on a plinth. In a circle around it there were six pillars reaching up to the vaulted ceiling, but it was what was in front of three of the pillars that held. A big mistake on a great many counts. First, no one appreciated my idea of a fun family vacation. Secondly, the circuitous route needed to get there was nearly impossible for our family SUV to manage. The roads were terrible and we had a flat on the way out. I had a spare but a second car problem could have been fatal in that remote wilderness.Still, something about this remote site drew me, and since then I've been a frequent visitor to the old Ghost Town. In fact this soon became my primary. Isabelle sat up from my bed, crawling to the end of it where she grabbed onto my pants, puling them down past my ankles. My boxers were all that remained between my now rock hard length and the outside world, but Isabelle was determined to free me. As she pulled off my boxers, I threw my shirt over my head, tossing it to my belt on the floor. I was now completely naked, my cock sticking straight up into the air. Isabelle quickly disrobed, tossing her clothes aside in a pile with mine. She wore. Never felt such an instant connection. She had felt him watching her all day, while she played, and joked with his friends. She knew even in the few short hours they had interacted that there was more between them. She began walking down the boardwalk. He followed her, catching her arm at the elbow. ‘Elle I-‘ ‘Ellena. You don’t know me well enough to call me Elle.’ She didn’t know why she was being so formal. She just needed to get away. His touch and gaze were tearing down her walls. Walls.