She lay on a large rubber raft. The sun warmed her bare flesh and played counterpoint with the brisk breeze caressing her body. Her face half buried i... the soft, wet pillow, Béla waved her hand over the side of the raft, playing her fingers in the water. There was water washing up between her legs. It soothed her where she’d been burned. It made her more sensitive, as well. She could feel her body respond to the gentle waves caressing between her legs.Something warmer than the cool water began. Her fingernails start to dig into me a bit, which sends an odd sensation into me that unfortunately goes directly to my cock. I freeze. I feel blood zipping toward my cock and instantly I feel very ashamed and sickened at myself. "Oh dear God in heaven. No! No! Please not now," I pray silently. I try to step back some but she grips me tighter and won't release me. As upset as she is, I don't want to cause her more grief so I'm trying to will my cock to not throb. I want to get myself under. It was a long way on an uncomfortable vehicle. I didn't get very far because I had to stop and refuel the sucker, as well as mix the gas and oil. At least it was late and the roads were not too crowded. I leveled it out and started to knock off the miles. A green Durango passed me at a good clip and I noticed some white vapors coming from underneath it. About ten miles further down the road, it was pulled over. Don Thompson was leaning under the hood trying to figure out what the problem was. I. ’ I apparently fell asleep as soon as I got in bed. When I woke up Rina was sitting in a chair next to me with a mug of amazing smelling chicken soup. It was its aroma that woke me up. ‘My sister Carmen brought this for you. It is a secret recipe that she does not know herself but everyone feels better when they drink it.’ After a sip I said, ‘Wow, best soup I have ever tasted, have you tried it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Here, take a sip.’ ‘Wow is right. Carmen will have to bring me some. Here drink all of it.