"I know you will."I blew her a kiss as she waved goodbye. As I leaned against the front door, closing it with my weight, the overpowering feeling of e...mptiness slammed me hard. Too much to think about. Too much pain to relive. Emily had replaced my pain with happiness, my empty bed with her love, and my once hollow life with her presence. Now, I was left to deal with her being gone too.I decided it was time for me to take a few days off from work and head for the Hill Country for some much. His breathing increased; the breath warm inside his pig mask as his need for her grew. He took a hand from the steering wheel and moved it to the buttons holding Bonnie’s pants closed. Eagerly he popped each one open, exposing the black leather thong under her leather pants. His thumb found her clit and he slowly started to work it in circles. Minutes passed as the two continued pleasuring each other. Bonnie leaned her head back against the seat of the car, her leather-encased body creaking. When we walked over to the dining room, Sandy was walking between Martha and I. She made sure we wouldn't leave her alone by holding on our hands tightly.After our breakfast, the family decided to go to the pool and have a little sunbathing session at the lounge chairs.Danny, Sandy and I played in the pool for a while. And when some other kids joined us, I saw that Danny was making friends with a group of kids of his own age. In the pool, he had no problem with them being naked. However, when. Her home port is Savannah, Ga. I'll save you that bit of research as well. I am also the registered owner of the vessel and yes, that's legal too. As to how a teenager comes to own such a vessel I'll say frankly it's none of your business and, in fact, none of the public's business who you are charged to serve."I learned sailing at my grandfather's knee. My first memories of him are on the deck of Kalliste. As a matter of fact to this day most of my memories of him involve our sailing to.