“Are you sure you’re alone?” asked Mr. Lee.“Why do you ask?”“We are just wondering,” said Mrs. Lee.Don sighed, “Yeah, I’m sure. You ...now, this is the first vacation I’ve taken without my parents or my wife.”“Oh Mr. Taylor, I’m so sorry,” said Mrs. Lee.“It’s okay,” said Don, “I’m sure you don’t get too many single men here.”“True,” said Mr. Lee, “it’s been many years since a single man came here, and he never left.”“Really?” asked Don.“Yes, I think he sells jewelry by the docks now,” said Mr.. As soon as we could get away from the celebration, White Buck and I took the bow and the new pistol out for a trial. Spring Flower and Honey Bee came along to see what all of the to-do was about with the new pistol.Of course, I tested the bow first, since it had been made by White Buck himself, so it carried a lot more sentimental value. It took me six shots before I had made the necessary adjustments to the added power of the new bow. This bow was going to be deadly to at least 250 yards, and. .. but what was worse was the awful idea of what he was doing to her."Please, Ike... don't!" Never mind all that..." Ike replied, forcing another finger into the entrance of her widely stretching rectum, and worming it in along side the other."NOoooooooo NONONO!" Tricia tried hard to straighten out her knees so that her behind would no longer be in such a vulnerable position, but Ike pulled her back up, smacking her buttocks against the protruding rod of his cock, while keeping his fingers sunk. To get to the boulders, she had to remove her shoes and wade in her nylons. Something about wet nylons were stimulating. In addition, her nylons were the old reinforced heel and toe type -- adding to the eroticism. Sitting on the boulders, she was oblivious to her dress hem riding up, especially when I had her lying back on her elbows or hanging on to low branches. Slowly, but surely, her hem began to reveal her stocking tops which now were fully exposed. The light-colored band at the stocking.