We got the ones from that rebellious time of life known as “the teenage years.” Our girls were sent to us to spend their remaining senior year unt...l they graduated from school.Once they came to us, they did not leave until they graduated from high school. We had permission to use corporal punishment in a generous fashion. It was a mandate to do so! The courts knew about and approved our punishments. Our girls had not come to us for being angels, of course. They were foul mouthed and girls who. “Don’t lie you fucking whore,” he said sharply. “If you didn’t want this you wouldn’t be wearing this dress. If you didn’t want this you wouldn’t have had me over. If you didn’t want ME you wouldn’t have even talked to me in the first place.A sob ripped from my chest, because he was right. It was true. And I was afraid that I’d get what I wanted now.He pulled me into my room, still trying to kiss me. When I made no responses yet again he sat down and in one quick movement that I wouldn’t have. A little compressor and a fan kicked on, hidden behind the bow access wood grate. I lifted it out and pulled my pocket flashlight. I found a dehumidifier without a case. Someone had no doubt taken the case off and re-engineered the thing a bit to fit through the opening. I traced down the water condensate line coming out of it. It headed straight for the bilge. It explained a lot.I didn’t exactly feel clean after a night in that motel. I closed up the ladder-way and grabbed my suitcase out of. "I adjusted gain and contrast to get as good a picture as possible as Mom and Aunt Mary stopped in the shallow end of the pool to kiss and hug and feel each other up. I looked at the girls around me. Three naked girls surrounded me. That was a total of four large, luscious breasts, two small tits, two neat hairy pussies, and one clean-shaven pussy. And I was spending my time making minor adjustments to a goddamn TV picture.Aunt Mary and Mom got out of the pool and headed to the Pool house. I.