Our party -- most of whose members had worked through the night and slept for three hours or less -- was going to be making this trip as passenger-gue...ts.But, at almost the last minute before we left Brooke forever, the transport helicopter arrived again and settled atop the building.There had been a change of plans. I was going to be flying to New Start. Bridgett and Dr. Montoya would accompany me.The New Start soldier who strapped us in for the flight combined military bearing with a sunny. I told Betsy that we needed to buy some wheat and corn seed when we picked up the windmill.When we got home everybody pitched in to plant the garden. Momma watched Davey. Momma asked why we were planting the garden. "I like to garden, and you need something to keep you active. Lena says you are getting old, but you are not dying. She is a better doctor than most," I told her."How about a cookout," I asked everyone.My family was not very excited, we cooked out all the time. Momma said she would. My hands slide under her ass and begin to squeeze her cheeks, pushing her up into my cock as I begin to penetrate her. The searing pain from my cock head causes her back to lift in the air, God she is so tight--I met resistance, which cause her more pain. Once again I'm forced to retreat and to focus my attention on anything other than her body and the incredible pleasure it is giving me. I wait a moments, then attempt re-entry, but again causing her intense pain. At this point she refused me. Fourteen other couples were going to be in attendance as well. It was a clothing-optional weekend for swingers, exhibitionists, and couples who were looking to reignite the fires of passion in their lives. From the minute they stepped foot on the island, they were in awe of the vibration of sensuality that seemed to permeate the very air. Everything seemed sexy: the food, the warm ocean water, the scents, and the sounds; everything seemed to be pulsating with eroticism. The white, warm sand.