This little lake wasn't really developed. Three fourths of the shoreline was owned by the power company. Five families had originally owned the rest o... the property. I had managed to buy two of them out, giving me the lions share of the private property. The other three families had vacation homes, and from Memorial Day until Labor Day, I had neighbors.There had been a developer sniffing around, trying to buy up the property. I had flat out refused her, and she hinted around about imminent. "I can't have my first airplane ride and not become a member of the mile high club," he stated matter of factly. "Oh, Roy, it's so small in here, how will we do this?" I asked seriously. "Here, I'm going to pick you up and you wrap your legs around my waist and I'll fuck you against the locked door. I think that will work," he said assuredly. Reluctantly I decided to go with it, since he was wanting to. Lord knows I love fucking him, but comfort is important too, and I didn't see how that. I improvised a story (I am very good at that) about agirl who ran away from her alcoholic father and sadistic mother, and whomI was now sheltering. The authorities were intent on restoring her to herfamily, and the only way I could keep that from happening is to provideher with a new identity in life, as I had in Christ. Would he be willingto go back to his old ways - this time in the service of the Lord - andprovide her with a birth certificate, high school diploma, and driver'slicense under a. Com under the pen name "Trace Ekies"Thank you so much for the wonderful erotic journey you took me on!.In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however this year, Jackie felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on. Manny and Trace were talking and drinking beer in the boat's cockpit. They had been friends for over fifteen years. They had been college roommates whose friendship had been furthered when they married girls that were also close friends.Trace was especially.