. s-st-stay with you tonight, D-Davey? P-please?” she asked, still stuttering.“Of course, Amb! You know that! I would never turn you away, and I�...ll always protect you! I love you, Sis,” I vowed.“Th-thanks, D-Davey! I love y-you t-too!” she vowed back while squeezing me in a fierce hug.I closed my eyes while I hugged her.“DAVEY! NOOOOOOO! DON’T YOU LEAVE ME! COME BACK, DAVEY, COME BACK! I LOVE YOU! I NEED YOU, BIG BRO! YOU MAKE IT THROUGH; YOU BETTER MAKE IT THROUGH,” Amber screamed from. I kept speeding up until I could hear my balls slapping against Morgan's ass. Morgan's whimpers turned to moans. Dita was now holding Morgan's hand. "Doesn't that cock feel so good sliding in and out of your pussy?" Dita asked excitedly. Morgan didn't respond. She just rocked back and forth creating a rhythm and I continued fucking her. Morgan was moaning, whimpering and bucking as I was pounding her. "Do you want him to stop?" Dita asked. Morgan shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you!". My trips to Dunadd, Crinan and Iona had also identified that my neighbours were not picking up on my ideas. I had seen no signs that there was any salt production or land drainage as there were in Knapdale. This surprised me. Why was there no enthusiasm for something that was obviously profitable? Why was I so keen to improve things but others weren't? I came to the conclusion that the part of my twenty-first century upbringing that made the most difference was education. It was education that. OK so it's the moldiest cliché in literature. It also happens to be true. A moonless night during the big '86 monsoons down in Tucson.The meteorologists were calling it a 100-year storm. The kind of heavy rainfall that only hits the desert once a century.Lucky me.The streets were flooded, and arroyos and normally dry rivers and dry washes were overflowing everywhere.Anyone with a lick of common sense was staying home and indoors.Me? I wasn't that bright. I was headed home from a friend's party..