Time passed. There were births and deaths, coming and goings of the French soldiers, and then English, but life went on in Callie’s Rest as if the w...rld stood still just for them. Mayhew’s home became Carruthers Hotel, and as his children grew they were given land to build fine houses around the square. Some of them chose to stay further out and built thriving farms. But there was a strangeness about the place. Mayhew never did say where Callie came from, though few even dared to ask. She was a. As soon as I stepped outside, the saw stopped again. I lay down my towel and spread out on it, facing the direction of the tree. I had moved the fabric in the front of my bathing suit upward and inward, slightly revealing my pussy lips on each side. Of course, I wanted to be facing the tree trimmer. I had brought, wrapped up in a smaller towel, a real surprise, just in case I found a use for it. I was hoping that I would. I lay in the sun and took a sip of my soda. Wearing my sun glasses, I got. Think you could help me?” I jerked my head up from what I was doing as I looked toward the bathroom. In a flash I saw a round, smooth ass rapidly retreating toward the shower.A wide smile crossed my lips as I started to disrobe quickly leaving a trail of clothes as I made my way to the shower. Stepping in I saw that she was waiting for me. “I’m still so cold,” she said with a quirky smile. “Think you could wash me off? Then I could return the favor as I warm up.”Grabbing the soap I lathered her. Lynn sat with her arms up for a moment then began to scream again. As she lowered her arms from their protective blocking shield. Slowly she lowered them in front of her. The first thing she noticed was the feather in her hand. She put the feather in front of her face closely and looked at it long and hard. ‘What the …’ She looked outward, curious why she wasn’t smashed from the crash she was sure she was just involved in. She felt her body, then her legs then turned to look around. A clock on.