Our tongues never stopped wrestling and our saliva was just getting from one mouth to the other. I pinned her onto the wall and kissed her passionatel.... Woah! What juicy lips she had! :D (Bothways, up here, and down there ;) )She took her hands into my Tshirt and cressed my back while my one hand was on the wall to support us whereas the other one was squeezing her tight ass.She was one hell of a ‘bombshell’.We eventually got onto the bed where she sat on my lap with her legs around my waist. I even got roped into assembling front and back stairs for each of the units and put together matching fenced in decks. They were small decks and they went right over the wood base but they did give a homey look to each of the units when they were finished.When it was over we celebrated. It was now early October in our sense of time and year, although it was still warm during the day and the fall rains hadn't started. With mutual consent, it was decided that we needed to have a beach party. It. I caught her bending over on the slightest pretext and glancing back over her shoulder at me, checking I was noticing on several occasions; at times we had to rush off, giving no explanation, and find privacy up towards the higher cabin and our secret hot spring.The Indians had settled in my summer camp without asking, but in their eyes we were them and it was just like when I visit ma and pa, with a sense of entitlement. The Indians had little concept of property anyhow, so I just had to shrug. The two sullen prisoners, still bolted to the deck on short chains, had survived the icy storm that sent sheets of cold, green water cascading over the rails and through the scuppers. They were exempted from the issuing of razors and scissors. Quinn's curly, red beard now covered much of his narrow face while Sean O'Malley's dark facial hair had a rather broken and splotchy pattern, perhaps because of his smallpox scars. They generally squatted like red Indians, wrapped in faded canvas, as the.