His hands worked on the rock and intricate carvings came into view. Freedom allowed the bag to be moved and the rock came better into light.A word etc...ed on the rock sprang out in fading hue, ‘Compel”. Time and trampling had worn the stone and made it hard to decipher. The last words was construed but it could have been ‘My Soul’ and it was tooled flat on the bottom. With that settled he took to task at the removal of earth built up over the thick solid aggregate. A portrait of sort was. Despite the exciting naughtiness of the situation, I protested half-heartedly. "Listen, Hef, I'm not a whore!" He threw a wad of bills on the table next to me. "I prefer 'prostitute'." He began pointless rationalization. "I know this is wrong but lately Dorothy has been holding out on me. I think she might even be cheating. Plus, for some reason, she always reeks of diesel fumes and that nauseates me." I whistled innocently. We resumed humping like aardvarks in heat when suddenly he went limp.. Tommy scooted to the side to give me room. I leaned over and, sure enough, we were a good two feet into a sand bank. It was too dark to see the extent of any damage or even how far the sand bank stretched on. Cody climbed over the side of the boat and landed on the bank. My sister quickly followed. The knelt down near where the boat had made contact to see if they could make out any sort of damage. “Look fine to me, bro!” Cody yelled to Vance. “Hopefully, when we back up, it doesn’t make it. ?She finally stopped moving, feeling the familiar touch of her Father?shand on her ass, never even considering the fact that it was unnatural.? After all, her Mother was standing near her,watching as her Father prepared her.? Shefelt his hand clench onto one of her cheeks, squeezing it as if he werechecking it for ripeness for the spanking.?His hand moved to the other side, sliding along her crack, her cheeksclenched tightly together.? He had neverdone this before.?Don?t tighten your cheeks on.