I tried to decide if it had lived up to its name, and if so who’s love? Maggie and Michael’s? Maggie and Lisa’s? Maybe it had helped Maggie and ...e, and we would be able to look back and see how it left us in a different place.We stopped for lunch in a small town and went window shopping looking at unsuitable souvenirs not to buy. We laughed, held hands and at times we talked.After lunch, when we were back in the car, Maggie told me again how much she had enjoyed the weekend. She loved the time. I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of a pick up truck, having my breasts squeezed and pulled. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was. "I haven't slept that good in a while." You haven't cum like that in a while either Becca!" Jess retorted. The three laughed."True."Becca said."I think we had better become presentable, it sounds like the studs over in the other tent are waking up." They all got dressed, and cleaned up their messes from the night before.Once everyone was awake, the group ate breakfast and packed up camp. They were on the river again by 9:15. The antics of the day before started again almost the second they hit. Come on bro, lets get out of here We grabbed my bags and then she clasped my free hand and led me out to the car park. Just over an hour later we pulled into a driveway that led up to what looked like a redundant lighthouse. As we approached it I realised the old lighthouse had been incorporated into a palatial house. This is your place? I asked as we pulled up in front of a double garage. I like to call it home, said Jessie with a laugh. Its amazing, but what the hell do you do? You must have.