It wasn't just an act of his while trying to get into my pants. Though we hadn't seen each other in three years, I still felt closer to him than to my...own ass wipe of a brother. I hadn't realized till now how much I needed someone I could talk to. So... 'Stan, what would you say if I told you that those stories weren't made up? That there really are witches and vampires and other Races?' 'I'd say you've had enough scotch,' Stan laughed and leaned over to move the bottle out of my reach. 'I'm. My hunger grew every second away from him. The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presence and my pussy pounded at the thought of him. He was my everything and I couldn’t wait to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter. The children did use the momentary visual privacy to mouth a couple of words at each other. And at least half of what each tried to say was understood by the other, which is impressive when you consider that they had no training and little practice in silent covert communication. Writing notes in simple code, sure, but not lip-reading.‘Lucy’ spoke first. “We’re sorry; we thought the house was some abandoned ghost town thing. I mean, not a whole town, but like a ghost house. Not a haunted house,. I had driven closely aligned bamboo stakes across the drainage channels of several deep tidal pools. We would bait the pools at high tide and then at low tide pick and choose our dinner from the trapped crustaceans and fish.I had grown unhappy with the original hut. It was cramped with the three of us. Also the raised interwoven bamboo floor was constantly in need of repair and new support. I had drawn plans in the sand and proposed to the girls we undertake the building of a new more.