One commonality: they all state that the island's inhabitants were slain by otherworldly, impossible feats. Some, more directly than others, blame the...island's mythical witch: the Golden Witch, Beatrice.The family head had famously stated he traded his own soul for ten tons of gold, which lay the foundation for his family's rise to prominence. The element of the occult and the mystery surrounding the events- as well as the manifold variations in the retellings, each with its own nugget of. Darlene was unpacking our camp stove and cooking supplies.We were staying in the Hole-in-the-Wall Campground. I wondered if it was the same hole-in-the-wall that Butch Cassidy, Sundance, and those types hung out at. I could have sworn that was Wyoming or one of the Dakotas.There were thirty-five campsites at Hole-in-the-Wall, and even though it was Monday afternoon, they were all full. Tami and the others were visiting the neighbors."Any idea what's on your girlfriend's devious mind?" Robbie. ”“Nothing is wrong, babe.” I touched his crotch and felt a big boner. “You are so hard already. Now I want it even more badly.”I pulled down his trousers and underwear slowly. Inside was a thick brown dick with minimal hair. It was completely hard and erect. I grabbed it gently and started stroking it. I could feel it pulsating and getting more solid.I was jerking it off when suddenly my brother got up. He grabbed my arm firmly and pulled me up. He pushed me to his study table and bent me over. It felt strange not to have her with me. I went home and made myself dinner before showering and getting dressed for the encounter with Lena and Sophie. I chose some new underwear that I'd bought lunchtime. I'd bought a new sexy black lace body, with three poppers under the crotch. It was very sheer and see-through, Lena thought it was very seductive. With the body on, I didn't need knickers or a bra, although I had to put a super absorbent liner in the crotch.Over the top I slipped on a low.