I've done this before, most of the people use this area for the seclusion, you rarely see more than two cars near each other. So when I got there, I ...tarted the search, park the car, walk over the dunes and see what or who was there. The first couple of times I found surfers, then an older couple with some k**s.It took a while, but finally, two cars were parked behind each other. I parked and started over the dunes, I was following their prints in the sand and almost gave myself away. I. That was the way Paddy was. She had more of her ways than that. Paddy wouldn't fuck or let me masturbate her when she was having her period. One day we had been in the Alborz Mountains north of Tehran on a fishing trip. On the way back to Tehran Paddy and I were in the back seat of the station wagon with George driving and his wife in the front passenger seat. Paddy began to fondle my dick through my clothing and I got a good boner up in a matter of seconds. I began to massage her twat. “Oh? Maybe I should talk you into doing mine.” Mother said.I grimaced. I hated the thought of attending to her, none the less trying to show her any kind of attention.“Sorry.” I said in a sweet tone. “Chloe claimed first dibs each night and my hands get sore after the first one.” I said.I wasn’t lying. My hands always get sore after rubbing Annie. But I was years away from that. At this point in time, Annie would be only 9 years old. So it would be 9 more years before I could see her again,. I'd like to blame Wild Eye Wallock for this fine mess, but I can't says as I blame me old First Mate much ... we had been at sea for a mite long bit. The trouble started a few weeks ago in early December when we smartly took the prize of a nice smuggler's Barque that steered like a drunken ox, loaded to the gills with sweet dark Barbados rum just ready for some midnight trading with the Don's for some of their even sweeter silver. Wild Eye, called as such for his 'lazy eye' that don't quite.