What's up with you?"I said, "Nothing much. What's going on?"She responded, "Amanda fell asleep. I'm still wide awake. Figure I'd come in and see what ...ou're doing."I've always been comfortable with my step-daughters friends. We always would talk, joke, kid, laugh, and at times, even tease (to which my wife would warn me later about being inappropriate), and I'd simply laugh it off.When I looked at Jessica, she was a bit nervous, so I finally said, "Are you okay?"She looked at me, and said, "Can. But after Jerry left to go on lifeguard duty she began to feel isolated at home in the house alone. Besides, that, the night with her husband was still a long way off.In n randy mood with a self-confessed horniness bearing heavy upon her emotions, she decided to spend what remained of the morning on the beach--in search of a healthy buttfuck. The startling realization that a big dick up her asshole could satisfy her fueled the fantasy that brought her down to the West Side shore line. She hit. We had enjoyed a nice grilled fish dinner the night before. That morning, we had a quick breakfast and hurried to make it into the village before night fall. It was a few hours later, as we came to the top of a small hill, that we finally saw the village. It was still a few hours away, but it made us all feel a bit better. It looked to be a fishing village, as many boats could be seen leaving and entering. The wide open plain meant that fishing and trade would be their main source of income. It. The cops at my table talked about everything, but the Burris incident and I was glad.After breakfast I went to the mall and walked my three miles. I noticed on the ride from Helen's to the mall that it seemed a bit warmer. I could tell that it was getting close to the end of winter. It have been getting a little warmer almost every day.I really did miss Cheryl on my morning walk. One of the camera people followed me to the mall now and then, but they sat on one of the benches and filmed me.