This time, however, it was not accompanied by the billowing of my tent. I peered outside to see streams of water coming over the dunes. Fortunately, i... was nothing more than what I had experienced the evening before. Knowing that I was not about to be swept away, I returned to my bag and slept for another hour.As I was taking my morning run, I patiently waited for Britte to come up from behind. A light haze of clouds covered the sky and I sensed the possibility of rain. This time I had a plan. My Aunt made me some Beef Chunky soup that I could lap up together with soft mashed potatoes. She cooled it so I didn’t burn my face when I dunked my nose and mouth in it to slurp it up. It was humiliating to eat it that way but I thanked her and she smiled at me. My Aunt Sam looked proud of me for eating on the floor. It was so different then the sadistic grin that Blair gave me while she watched me eat off the floor. My Aunt told me that I could wear my panties while I ate because “I don’t. As she slipped the shorts over her feet and up her muscular legs, Lindsay was unaware of the stranger studying her every move. Making one final trip through her house, Lindsay confirmed all the doors and windows were locked and turned off the porch light. She beamed with a small sense of accomplishment realizing she’d be in bed before midnight, an hour earlier than she’d retired the previous four nights. Or so she thought. As Lindsay walked down the short hallway to her bedroom, she heard. With a deep breath, and a small tear that escaped the corner of her right eye, she lowered her arms and the robe fell away. She was wearing the matching boy shorts that went with her bra. There, right in front and with no way to hide it, was a large bulge in the crotch of her panties. She stared at me, scared to death of how I was going to react.I reached a hand out and took her hand and gently pulled her closer. I lifted her palm to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss. I softly pulled her.