We could go to sleep together, wake up in the middle of the night and make love again and again. We agreed not to have sex during the week, saving our...energy for the weekend. It was tough for both of us. We would still kiss and make out, lightly touching each other, creating an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation.Finally, Friday evening came. Carrie and I took our parents to the airport and saw them off. They were going to be gone until Monday. Carrie drove us home. As we left the. " yelled Marge as she raced up thestairs."Shit!" Bart thought to himself, "I'm almost done." One more minute," he called back. The erotic event which took place Fridaynight was still fulfilling Bart's need for something to think about duringmasturbation."You don't have one more min uhh uhmmm..." Marge stammered as she forced openBart's door. She never expected to see this, at least not this early. Margewitnessed her little boy's penis eject loads of cum."Mo-om!!!! Close the door!!!!! Don't you. Her husband looked over at her smiling face.“Your mom told me that she and your bio-dad honeymooned in Mexico too,” said Herman.“Yes, but in Ensenada, not Puerto Vallarta,” she said. He nodded and smiled back at her.“We are going to have fun,” he said.“Yes,” she said. “I insist on it!” and they laughed.It was clear to me as another Father’s Day passed in this year of Our Lord 2017, that the bunch of them, the Hardys, had gotten the message. Even the Longstreets had been more or less absent from. The third day found me waiting for gas at a marina and talking about fishing with one of the local lads. The fish, I was assured, were indeed biting. All I had to do is drop anchor in an oxbow, a branch of the river flowing on the inside of a small island. Finding such a place was easy, in an hour I had my fishing rod out, baited and was laying on a small sandy beach along an oxbow just downstream from the town. I relaxed and decided to stay the night there. I had tied up the boat earlier and.