Running over yesterday's events, I realized I felt sorry for Ma. Ikept thinking over and over, how hard Ma worked for us at home -- thefeast she made... yesterday, for example.Then at Bikini Beach, when she finally remembered what she'd done toPeter/Ruth, even Bikini Beach admitted that they had horribly wrongedPeter -- Bikini Beach, which had actually done the job. Ma had takenseveral heart-rending blows. Ruth had even renounced Ma as her Ma.I found myself weeping, when Ruth knocked at the. Kathy and I had been “unofficially engaged” ever since that day she had first declared her intention to marry me when we grew up. When we returned home we made our engagement official, ring and all, and we tied the knot that September.In January of 2002, Pete O’Haney was struck and killed by a car while assisting a stranded motorist. Soon after that our dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and even though it was caught early, it didn’t seem to respond to treatment. We lost him just after. I giggled childishly just thinking about it.Should I do it? Could I do it? Was I brave enough? I sheepishly looked around. I was still alone. I then stood up slowly. I then nervously looked around. No-one was there.I was stalling. I was procrastinating. I was just stood there. Thinking about my crazy idea, over and over again in my head. It was insane! It was absolutely preposterous! I couldn’t possibly do it! It would be too scary or very embarrassing. Or maybe both.I then looked at the lake.. My eyes watered and I gasped in gain, "Oh shit, that hurt."My tears, had little effect, as she immediately withdrew the strap on and slammed back into me laughing as she did so. Laura continued her strokes as my ass throbbed around the dildo. As she worked herself in and out she began to moan as the other end of the strap on stimulated her pussy. The pain in my ass began to yield to the pleasure of the cock stimulating my prostate, and I too began to moan. My cries of satisfaction, caused a.