Having a last picnic breakfast was really a nice idea. And the view here of the lighthouse is so grand! Bravo, David!"David smiled and glanced at the ...time on his cell phone. "To make the ferry in time to catch your plane, we'll have to start heading back within the hour." I know... I'll have so many memories of our time here... One of my favorites is the, what did you call it? Oh yes, the widow's walk. The small high balcony at the top of the house, where a sea captain's wife would pace and. It wasn't until near the end, just before he finished (when I think the lube was wearing off), I could feel a little bit of a pull. Other than that, there was no pain. Once he really got into it, he grabbed me by the shoulders and used that as leverage to fuck he as hard and as fast as he could for 30 mins. It felt amazing. I could feel his balls slapping against me, and could feel him adjust and move himself just every so often between thrusts. At the end, he pulled me in so that he could. Suddenly rain began to descend, leaving me in the middle of the sidewalk, practically drenching. To my amazement, a not-so distant voice shouted, Quickly! Come in! eventually hearing a gate pried open. In no position to compromise and complain about, without hesitation followed blindly the mysterious voice, eventually finding myself on a front porch. …………… Im getting you a towel, one second a girls voice stated, still raining too heavily to distinguish. While absolutely freezing realized my. Or myself, while people watched...or any one of your other sick little fantasies. I wondered what kind of a fucked up asshole wouldn’t care. Somewhere along the line, I ended up admitting the truth to myself. I wanted it too.” She smiled malevolently. “And not just because, even at your best, you’re pretty average.” The other guy reluctantly moved to stand up, clearly feeling uncomfortable, but, maintaining her vice grip on his cock, Allison stopped him. “And you, you fucking disappointment...I.