As a local brat who was born and raised in Hawaii, going to the Mainland for college was tough. I missed the tropics, missed walking around in my bikini, but above all, I missed my military Man of the House. When I came home for the summer and he invited me to go sailing with him, I was ecstatic. It would give me a chance to be alone with my mature hunk of a man, a chance to make some fresh memories of him taking me hard and without protection for my first time, memories I can take with me when I go back to college.
I’d like to share more, but I can’t in here, so you’ll have to look inside to see what I’m talking about.
I’d like to share more, but I can’t in here, so you’ll have to look inside to see what I’m talking about.
