"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 7 – Saturday Drive HomeAll good things must come to an end, and so it was with our stay on Crotch Lake. Saturday morning began with a quick breakfast of energy bars. With heavy hearts and naked bodies, we...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 6 FridayIn order to get an early start on fishing, I had set an alarm for an ungodly five a.m. I was disoriented. For a couple of minutes, I didn’t know where I was. My first realization was that...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 5 ThursdayKen called a camp meeting after breakfast. “Does anyone have any regrets about last night?”I admitted, “At the time, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of the girls holding me down and my wife feeding me your cum.”Karen...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 4 WednesdayI woke Ken a little before dawn while getting an eyeful of his naked wife. We grabbed some granola bars and energy drinks and took the boat out to a fishing hole that the lodge owner told us...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 3 TuesdayCindy and I were the first up and were working on breakfast when Karen and Ken came out of the tent to join us. They were both naked. We stood there dumbstruck, staring at all the bare flesh...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 2 MondayKen and I were up first. After a quick trip into the woods to water a couple of trees, Ken worked on re-stoking the fire to chase the morning chill from the campsite. Meanwhile, I got the coffee...
"One week, small island, two couples. What could happen?"
Day 1—The Drive—SundayWe were two hours into our ten-hour drive from Kentucky to Crotch Lake, Ontario. (Yes, it is a real place. Check Google Earth: 44°52'10.30" N, 76°48'0.37" W.) I had just started my first two-hour turn at the wheel...
"Marcie tried to avoid her problen"
Marcie checked her phone. It was her best friend, Gail. Again! She knew that Gail and Judy and a couple others go clubbing every weekend and would want her to go with them like she usually did. She also knew...
"CB radios were good for more than avoiding cops"
It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55,...