We haven't had much rain at all this summer and when the water level is down it is a big pain to get the boat out. I decided yesterday to drive up an... see how low the water level was and to just sort of check the boat out and maybe take it for a little cruise around the lake. When I got there a few other owners were looking things over and we decided to wait a few days in hopes of some rain.I had brought a cooler and some beer so I loaded it onto the boat and heard a voice behind me. I. I sat there and just stared at her. The emotion I was feeling most of all was sadness. Sadness that it had come to this. I had done all I could and this is how it got repaid.My name is Robert Martin, and I first met Amanda Pierce at Emory University, in Atlanta, about fifteen years ago. I was the only child of a couple of pecan farmers down in southern Georgia, and their goal in life was to make sure their only chick and child went to college, come hell or high water, as my daddy used to. I broke the kiss, my twat milking out the last of her cum, to moan, “I love you.”Her nose nuzzled into mine. Her eyes stared into me with such hunger in them. “Mmm, I love you, too. Xochitl... Mi amor... I don't want to be apart from you. I want it all.”“You better not be writing checks your ass can't cash,” I told her. “I'll hold you to that. Me and you.”She winked at me.Just as she leaned down to kiss me, Meagan screamed her pretty, little head off. “Yes, yes, yes, Ms. Tyrell! Cum in me! Give. As I approached the back gate I seen Brandy was wearing her bathing suit, full pregnant belly on display. She invited me into the pool with her. I took off my shoes and my shirt and climbed into the pool. I had already found a spot for myself to settle as my body temp adjusted to the temperature of the water and watched her climb the small ladder. I looked at her from head to toe, then found my eyes locking with her waist. Up to that point I never paid much attention to her figure but I was.