"I don't know you, but I know and trust me," I said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."Finding the marina was easy. Finding the Ruby Anne wasn't. The mar...ina was typical of anything run by a government bureaucracy, it was a nightmare of poor planning. The marina had been added to many time over it's hundred plus years of existence. No grand plan existed, so it was a rambling monster. Worse of all the slip numbering made no sense at all. The small slips were number 1-100 starting at the office and. Marsha was not taking me to any party she was taking me to her old Girl Scout Camp. It was only used in the summer time when school was not in session and it was abandoned at the moment and all ours.Marsha was very pretty and very popular in school. She only dated the really popular boys. I couldn’t figure out what she wanted with me. Once we got to the camp Marsha undressed and ran out into the lake. She called to me to join her. I was embarrassed and wouldn’t so Marsha came walking out the. Whenever she goes out people look at her boobs and ass which gives her immense satisfaction. Whenever she is at home I get a hard on which often ended in masturbation in my room. I had developed feelings for my mom from age 15 when I saw my parents fucking. Once I came from college early I opened the door as I had extra key I saw nobody in the living room so I went to my parents room saw that door was open and some noise was coming so I slowly went near door and saw my mother was fucking my. Holding her in my arms made me wonder how she was holding up after having been in Chicago nearly four months.“How are you doing?” I asked in Swedish.Sofia lifted her head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes, “OK. I’m adjusting pretty well to living in the US and to school. And I guess I’m coming to terms with who you are.”“You’ve been talking to Elyse and Kara.”“Yes,” she confirmed. “And to the other girls and Bethany. I think I told you before that I didn’t realize just how open you were.