..they needto be chopped way back...chop em back real good." "ok men, i amgoing inside to get a beer. cervezas anyone?" there were "si's"all around an... my dad went inside. i was mortified. by closing my eyes i knew iwasn't hiding but it was all i could do. the chopping began and leaves andblooms were landing on me left and right. they were talking and laughing asthey worked. i scrunched down lower. the beers arrived andthey stopped to admire their work and down a few before i heard and felt. She cried most of the night. All I could do was hold her and let her get it out. She wanted me to tell her a story and I tried that. I finally got her to sleep." I'll bet you'll get some more 'Goodwill' when you go back! Where did you learn how to be so caring?" My Mom taught me and sent me to the shrink." I was again blushing.We each took one of the double beds and I kissed her before turning out the lights and taking off my pants. Our bags being at the airport, we had no nightclothes except. Paulina’s first husband died toward the end of his tour at Saint Dominque. He had been a general in the French Army and was sent to be governor of a French holding in the West Indies. He died from some kind of fever and his wife returned home with their son.”Agnes sat on my lap and began unbuttoning my shirt. “And I suppose you want to get to her before she remarries. How old was she in 1802?”As I moved my hand up the inside of Agnes’ thigh, I told her, “Paulina would have been twenty-two. What. ? When Jimwould look at me and smile in a certain way, I would smile back and the two ofus would fuck until we couldn?t move.? Itwas an idyllic setting and we were once again Adam and Eve in the Garden ofEden.? It seemed that we had everythingwe needed and rescue was a distant dream. I don?t know how long we had been on the island before theday I decided to do some exploring. ?Jimand I had made love that morning to the accompaniment of my screams ofpleasure.? With his cum dripping down.