Crushed coral driveway. A one-room cabin. It lookedkind of like a large log cabin, one of those kit homes, but ... organic.A boathouse made of the sam...e stuff. Padlocks on the door to eachbuilding. And a dock. There was an outdoor kitchen, just as Morgana haddescribed. An outdoor toilet with two seats, a bucket of lye, and septic-safe baby wipes.Steve looked in a window on the boat house. He knocked on the wall. "Isthis hauswood?" He examined the door. "I think it is. Hey, guys. Thisplace wasn't. No one had asked. I'd just given a couple hundred dollars to Rhonda this week when they went to the grocery store on Monday to buy food for the week."Do you think we couldn't figure out that you were planning to spend your own money to feed everyone this summer?" Mom asked. "And that you planned to stay up late at night to plan menus and get up early to bake bread? Brian, we all want to help, and some of these kids still need a mom around." I think I'm one of them," I said. "Thank you." All. There was only one bedroom left and I, trying to be a gentleman, invited Cecilia to take it. I figured I could sleep on the couch and let her take the spare bed, thinking she'd enjoy that more than the couch.Once they were all upstairs, I slipped out of my shorts and shirt and lay down on the couch, trying to fall asleep. I kept thinking about how much fun it was to be with Cecilia and found myself with an erection. It felt good and the more I thought about it, the more my mind started. I bent to pick it up, which thrust my ass far out beyond the opening of the curtain. In fact, it was possible she could even see my cock. I heard the shower curtain close a little, probably because she was embarrassed, although she still had a plain view of my ass. I purposefully took a long time getting the soap, repeatedly picking it up and then audibly dropping it as if it had slipped from my hands. Finally she said, "It's ok, hon. You're soapy enough." I jumped as I felt her hand touch my.