’ Dean felt a flash of age. ‘How did you know about this place?’ she queried. ‘I called a friend to ask about where we could get some good san...wiches for a picnic. He told me about something else good, too. We’re going for a trolley ride.’ She looked blankly at him for a moment. ‘Ahhh,’ she smiled, ‘le tramway.’ In a few minutes they were back at the riverbank, this time boarding a bright yellow trolley car. The conductor collected fares from them and a dozen tourists of various nationalities,. "Not a word about this to your father, understand?"I nodded and waited for her to continue. "He needs you here, Sammy. We ... I need you to come home and apply yourself."I knew there was more that she wasn't telling me, but I couldn't bring myself to ask, thinking, she'll tell me in due time."What will I be doing ... next summer?" We want you to be the troubleshooter. In other words, take the travel load off of your father. That won't be a full time job. So, as the boss's son, you can take your. Now we were finally going to have the entire 4-day weekend alone to do whatever we felt like doing. I was sure when he asked me to go away with him to St. Johns, VI that we would finally have the chance to make love to each other. God I wanted this man like no other man I had ever known. I mean, I was hurting for him. My body ached with the pains of desire for him and I would rub myself into orgasm night after night thinking about him as I traveled. He had told me that I got him off the same. We were off to the Caribbean tonight for a two-week-long orgy of love and passion in the Virgin Islands. Two weeks, just the three of us. It was going to be a magical trip.He shoved the rope digging into my pussy to the side and stabbed his cock into my sheath. "Oh yes!" I gasped, squeezing my cunt down on him. "Thank you, Master!"I relaxed my bladder and pissed on Jonathon's groin as he fucked me, the urine loudly splashing and dripping onto the tiled floor. He smacked my ass hard. "What a.