"That is what everyone called it but I don't think it actually had a name." It didn't but you're right," Rebecca answered with a laugh. "It was called... 'Durango' in 1960s and 1970s. In the 80s and 90s it was referred to as 'Gold Gulch.' Earlier it was 'Smiley's Saloon.' It had a lot of names in the hundred years it was around." And you own it?" Mike asked."Free and clear," Rebecca said. "My uncle purchased the house five years ago in my name with my parents as trustees. The deed was transferred. Then I heard something rustle and standing right next to me was a middle aged guy. He had taken the urinal right beside me even though there were four others free. I had no idea how long he had been there and I realized I was so wrapped up in my lust that I had been observed.He unzipped and pulled out what looked like the 1 pound summer sausage that I had in my cooler in the car. My spent cock stayed hard as I stared at that huge cock, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. He stroked it slowly and. - I never walked before midnight, and at that hour, I was virtually assured privacy. The residents in my area rarely visited the beach at all, and those who were still awake were entertaining inside or on their verandahs. The staff had all gone back to the village by then, and those few staffers who were given quarters were making use of them. It was always just me, the moon, and the waves. But not on that night. I heard the sounds of their sex just before I cleared an outcropping of rocks,. I walk over to Sara, set on the edge of her bed, turn to hug her. “Luv you Baby.” I say to Sara as I hold her. She hugs me back. “Dad I love you too. Dad thanks.”“For what Baby?” Like I didn’t know it’s for saving her life.“You saved my life.” The smile on her face can melt icebergs.“I would be all by myself, if I didn’t have you around.” As I pull her tighter to me. “Besides who is going to make breakfast for the two weeks after the Doc gives you the Ok to be up and walking.”“Ok Dad, I will.