” “We have decided that we can’t keep calling our home the hut. We want to give it a proper name. So Fred James and his family helped us have a ...name board carved out of an old cedar log. Turn round for a minute while I get Carol and Mandy to come here and help.” She led the three of them over to a pile of blankets and clothes at the entrance to the hut. When they were removed, Dave was stunned to see that the big old log had had been cleaned and preserved. The words, ‘The Haven’ had been. Cmon, dont you want to pass? Jill took the picture. Of course her cleavage was fully visible, but what wasnt expected was how much she was blushing. Hunter: Wow youre cute. I like it. Jill: What next? I really need to pass. Hunter: Is there anyone with you? Jill: No, Im alone in my room. Hunter: Why dont you get rid of that pesky shirt? Im sure youre body will warm up real soon. Hunter: Now, that bra and while youre at it how about them panties. Mmm baby, youve got me all excited just. I thought I was dreaming at first. I laid there frozen, on my stomach as I felt my pussy being stretched beyond its capacity. Short, quick strokes, each one ripping my hole open, each time the huge thing went deeper. I felt it ponding against my cervix, each time causing a sharp pain deep in my gut. My pussy is dripping blood and precum from the monster dick hammering. I squirmed to get away scurrying up the bed. Then I felt it! A sharp pair of teeth sunk deep into my back holding me in place.. Greek. Lebanese. Vietnamese. Cajun. Tex-Mex." Do you miss the food of home?" No. yes. Sometimes. But that little Mexican restaurant..." We'd become regulars at a small business run by real Mexicans cooking the foods from their home, not the Anglicized versions. I'd gotten used to hearing 80% of the clientele speaking Spanish, and with Carlita as translator...The conversation started off about food, but quickly moved to Carlita in America."Dave, I miss some things. I feel bad sometimes about the.