Then one spring, after a particularly harsh winter, Abigail saw that the stone had slid a little sideways. She scrabbled around with her hands and lif...ed it. She was surprised to find that there was a hole in the ground at its base, hidden under the grass. The stone slid into the hole with a quiet sigh and stood at an angle. It was not completely upright as the hidden hole had filled with detritus over the years. She slid the stone out again, grunting with the effort. Then she used her hands to. Webster, walks in, a look of surprise on his round face. He’s younger than I am, but a life of boredom and unfulfilling relationships has made his expression pinched and tired. ‘What are you doing here?” he asks.“I work here,” I say, pushing my reading glasses down my nose so I can see him. “Do you have the water consumption figures from last week?”“You took this week off, N. Reynolds.” He frowns down at me. “The form says you needed a mental health break.”I lean back in my chair, somehow. It was getting wet and her legs were writhing against her restraints. Seeing her reaction made me want to split her cunt with my cock once again. I moved up over her body and placed my cock against her tiny hole. I leaned forward and applied pressure against her little womanhood and relished the feeling as my cock forced it’s way to the end of her love tunnel. I started the slow steady pumping of her tiny twat and soon her body started to respond. I felt her cunt getting wetter, and start to. He’s got a heart of gold under that big exterior.’ **** We spent most of our days lying on the beach and we took a couple tours of the area. We even found a carnival and spent the whole day there. Truth be told we were hit on quite a bit but we held our pact. It really was nice getting away and just doing nothing. I must admit I really did miss Jess, especially late at night when I lay in bed alone. There was a lounge in the hotel next door that we went into and had a couple of drinks. Most of.