He wished me luck with her and would make efforts for private time when she joined us for lunch. I met her husband and k**s, they were high school age... and always gone. Hubby was a loser who was always looking for a handy man job because he couldn't hold a regular one. He finally ended up as a house hubby, simply taking care of the housework while Carolyn earned the paycheck. This made her a bit dominant with him, and he simply took it.I had Carolyn's nipples pierced, we both wanted that, and. Helen was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup'ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer herder.The three of us did the usual things with candles and cakes, only we were washing it down with Lemon & Hart 151 proof rum, cut with a splash of water. By midafternoon, none of us were. "Hey man, It's OK you don't have to leave, you can stay if you want. We don't mind a little company."I was a bit nervous as they crawled inside and sat down, I was afraid they might be mad and beat me up or something. They introduced thmeselves and we began talking. I felt a little uncomfortable at first confronted by two naked guys but soon I started to relax and felt my cock getting aroused again. "Do you guys come here often?" I asked. "Yeah we like to camp out and swim, it's pretty secluded. She apologized for not letting me know sooner. It wasn’t exactly something she wanted to tell me in a letter or message, and it was only recently that he was old enough to travel safely. Hearing that I had gone to Paris, she followed in a carriage, changing horses in every town and riding up to twenty hours a day to arrive before I left so she could tell me. That day I met David Unwen Whitehorse, my son.The only thing upsetting me was that she wanted to name our son as her heir. She was.