I was in the second bed alone,"I wasn't sure you were coming back," The Brit explained."I wasn't sure you were either at least not alone." I said. "So...what happened?" I asked."The guy was a wbore. How about with you?" he asked."The kid was about eighteen. I took off my top and he came. I figured his mother might want to come back to the cabin so I left," I said."Well it's better than a third world country's jail, but I'm not sure a Caribbean cruise is for us," The Brit replied."Well you and me. The truck stop—surprisingly, since it was out in the middle of nowhere—included a ‘Mackie Ds,’ where I ordered us some sandwiches to go. On my return to the motorhome, Anna was the visage if not the epitome of femininity, clad only in my old worn, comfortable sweatshirt which was way too big for her. The large neck opening was hanging off one shoulder, the sleeves bunched up on her arms, and the bottom just long enough to hang down covering the cheeks of her ass. Being resourceful, she had. “OK, my house is just up here, no one will be there, is that fine for you?” “Absolutely.” I said. We pulled in front of her house, it was a large newly build house in the middle of nowhere, looking out at the sea – it was fantastic. We got out of the car and she smiled a lovely big smile at me and I followed her inside. As soon as the door opened I grabbed her, spun her around and pulled her to me, we kissed and my hands immediately began to explore – I was desperate to feel those lovely big. They had been on their deck drinking their morning coffee. The windows were open and the cool ocean breeze was blowing in gently, only fluttering the curtains a little. Keith had been up since before sunrise, just thinking about the past few months and relationship change that had occurred between him and his mother and the new one he had developed with Abby. He thought about his future and what he wanted to do after school and beyond. He thought about who he wanted to spend his adult years.