I was her father, despite Lana’s numerous jokes.“All ready!” Divi smiled. I gave her a warm smile back, and Mom handed her a plate of pancakes.�...�——SEVERAL HOURS LATER...I was carrying Carrie’s luggage and my luggage as we unloaded off the small boat that had been issued to transport us to the island. The boat ride was nice after a short but cramped flight. I couldn’t wait to get into our beach house, and just unwind.We approached the big gate and the booth which drew off the small landing site. As if I was waiting for something or someone else to come into my life. Then one afternoon, I slipped up. Barb came over one sweltering hot evening to my apartment. She walked in and we began kissing passionately. She immediately got me hard as we removed our clothing in my living room. I positioned myself on top and between her legs, which were lifted up in the air. I had both my hands up under her large ass cheeks and squeezed them hard as I drove my cock down into her willing hole. She. He moved in front of me and pushed his hard cock against my face. Using his hands, he moved my head against is cock and balls. His cock was oozing precum and I could feel it on my face and in my hair. He put one leg over my shoulder and pushed his crotch against my face until my nose and mouth were behind his balls. It was hardtop breathe and very, very sexy. I was being subjugated by his manliness and loving every second of it.He stepped back in front of me and told me to take his shorts off,. ”“Thanks. I owe you.”“You’re welcome. And this is all part of mentoring.”“You’re a good friend, Mr. Adams. And a good man.”“Thanks.”September 15, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“She’s here,” Kara whispered on Friday evening, just before we were going to sit down for dinner. “And she wants to talk to you.”“You have to send her away,” I sighed. “I simply can’t talk to her without risking trouble from her mom.”“What do I tell her?”“Exactly that - her mom is the problem, and because she’s a minor, I could.