“I really hope so.” (If you have not read Part 1 it would help to read it to get the background and continuity. However, I will give a short introduction below.) INTRODUCTION My wife and I had taken a 7 to 9 day vacation in a cabin on a lake in the northern part of the state for the past 20 years. After last year’s vacation we discovered my wife had advanced cancer and she died a few months later. Before she died she had made me promise to go to the cabin at least 1 more time after she died. Sarah one of the housekeeping and restaurant staff for several years had thanked me for helping her over the past 5 years to improve her basketball game by having sex with me, Sunday, my first morning on my vacation. 2ND MORNING OF VACATION My next morning went as usual. I had the free continental breakfast, then returned to my cabin and sat on the porch to Hardcore do some reading. At about 11:00 housekeeping came. It was Maggie. Maggie was 5' 6” or maybe 7”. She was not as thin as Sarah, but was by no means overweight. She had sandy stockings brown hair, a terrific smile, pleasant personality, and a very pretty face. I had met Maggie 5 years ago. FIVE YEARS AGO My wife had gone out shopping after breakfast. I was on the screen porch reading enjoying the morning cool morning air. “Good morning Mr. Thomas,” said Maggie looking at her assignment sheet as she Hairy walked up to the door. “Do you need anything special?” I told her to just replace the towels, make the bed, and empty the garbage. She walked past me on the porch, went inside and reappeared with the garbage and used towels. She went to her cart to get replacements. When she walked back through the porch a book dropped. “Oh, sorry, I will get that on my way out,” she said. I picked up the book. It was a high school sophomore geometry textbook. It was summertime so I wondered why she had a textbook with her. So once she came back, I asked, “What a you doing with a textbook during asian the summer?” She went on to explain that she had gotten sick near the end of school year and missed over 3 weeks of school. She had to make up many of the assignments and tests she had missed. She just had geometry and one English paper remaining to japanese complete. However she said she was having trouble with the geometry. Her teacher was away on vacation until July. This was early June so she might have to wait nearly a month for help. I had been very good at math and had earned a degree in computer science in college. She let go of her thumb and crawled her way to him. A good throat-fucking can be exhausting. “Your Mom will kill us stockings both if we even mention” he said, after recovering. Strike Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle head type. I lay there, improving my tan for about another hour or so then I got a bit restless. It was a powerful statement that words could never describe. I let go of her hair asian and I stood up on my knees, my dick still all the way up her soaking pussy. "Sir, I can only write what I know. “They haven’t seen anything that they haven’t seen before. Ariel quickly pulled away from Dustin's cock again, when Eric found her sensitive clit, focussing on her impending orgasm. It was almost an hour later that Onai Sakuta was japanese finally ready to depart. I walked over to the side of the bed and offered her my tool, “You're just like your mother. I also saw myself, dressed in a polo with jeans. Let alone an imam!” My cunt spasmed around the digits plunging into my depths. She extended her tongue and began to lick Erica. "It is yes Mistress from now Hardcore on bitch." Tommy went out tonight but hadn't realized that a quick beer at that waterfront dive bar could lead to him losing his ass-cherry. I am not sure who she was speaking with but she sounded depressed. Just then he felt a pair of cold feet rest on his abdomen, it felt strangely comforting. “Please, not that.” she whispered through her tears. You have been lied to by that bastard of your father. It didn’t feel right to talk. He began to tug Hairy at his shirt, but she silently brushed his hand away, and lifted it off herself. Ideally (and also in practice), a boy's life in the hands of his owners consisted of daily physical violation.