The fact is we’re both on journeys and our paths just happened to cross. I’m enjoying hearing your stories and getting to know you. Maybe if I sta...yed we could be good for each other. Maybe we would drive each other crazy. If I left, you’d be a great memory and I’d end up back at my cabin the richer for all that I experienced. Is there a good answer?”Both of us were silent, finishing up our soup. I was thinking about what Tristan said and wondering what it would be like if he stayed. What it. There was nothing she could do to stop herself and felt almost nauseated because of it. Without warning, Josh’s cock erupted its contents, spewing forth a massive gob with small splatters following it. Megan tried to react, but the gooey liquid projectile hit her on the bare thigh and was already running its way down her leg. Her son’s ejaculate continued to ooze from the tip of his cock as her milked himself, eventually spilling over his hand with a glistening translucency. Megan quickly. I was there for you; a shoulder to cry on, a friendly ear; that's how it started, but soon things got a little more suggestive."I think she just needs someone to talk to," I told Sarah, "why don't you have a night on the town with your mates". I could hardly believe it when she agreed and I invited you around immediately. I could tell from your voice, just a hint of cheekiness, that you knew what was on my mind.There was wine of course. We sat with the lights turned low and made our way. We are far enough up river that we might get some flooding, but not a full storm surge. Not unless we get a direct hit. If it comes ashore here Jefferson Island is a barrier island. It will slow the winds down some. It will take the storm surge, but we will most likely be up to our asses in flooding from the rains."So what should we do to prepare?" Wilson asked."I don't know, if we need to do anything. We are tied to some post on the shore line that are embedded in concrete. I know the posts.