1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 17


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    "I. Don't. Care." I shook my head at her. "If Dan wants to be mean and hurtful, and make comments about something he knows nothing about, I don't care. All I need is our family. I don't need any friends and I don't need any family members who are going to hate on me - on us - like that." Lindsay tilted her head at me. "Aren't you friends with Captain Mike? I thought you said you liked him." "Yes, Captain Mike is becoming a good friend," I nodded, referring to the pilot for our private aircraft. "Mike and the rest of his crew have been incredibly good to us. He and his wife, her sister, and their co-pilot friend all seem accepting of us and our relationship, our marriage. I can also tell they are not just putting on an agreeable face for us simply because we are their employers. It's genuine." "That's because Mike has his own unique thing going on with Carolyn and Barbara!" Lindsay giggled. "Two sisters sharing one husband together! Kind of like your ultimate fantasy... isn't it, Jeremy? Me and you, and... Alison?" * * * After our little heart-to-heart discussion in the parking garage ended, I decided to take Lindsay back to the hotel - the _Residence Inn_ over on 4th Street - so she could get a change of clothes and fix both her hair and her mascara. I told her to dress appropriately - we were going on a hike. It was just 12 days ago, while still vacationing on the island off the coast of Peru, when I went out for a moonlit stroll on the beach with Lindsay. She spoke at ...
    length that particular evening about her father, who unexpectedly passed away in November 2012 at the age of 46 due to heart failure. Lindsay shared stories about her childhood and the things that she used to do with her father while he was still alive. One of her favorite memories of all, I learned, was going to Miami Whitewater Forest - a sprawling, beautiful state park just north of Cincinnati - when she was a little girl and picking blackberries there with her dad. Lindsay spoke of a specific, very remote hill at the park, its entrance roped off and covered by long weeds, which was once her father's favorite location to pick blackberries some 15 years ago. As she got older, Lindsay explained to me on the beach that evening, she and her father no longer picked blackberries there, but they would often hike up to the top of the hill on a near weekly basis when the weather was nice. They never saw anyone else there, so the spot naturally became _their hill_. It was very special to both of them; their own, little father-and-daughter ritual that others would not understand. After his passing, Lindsay said that every time she was in the area, she would go to the park and hike up the hill as a private tribute to her father. Trish came here with Lindsay once when we were visiting in 2013, but every other time, she had hiked the trail alone. Lindsay even told me that she had often spoke to her father candidly while ascending this hill; communing with his spirit gave her great peace and ...
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