1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 18


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Diary, Blowjob, Male/Female, Romance, Spanking, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    on my own and exploring various other parts of the cemetery. Spiked, black fences surrounded the graveyard almost as if it was a ghostly prison. The smell of old stone filled the dry air, weeds covering the graves of the dead. On the far side there were several tombstones, some toppled, some crumbling from age. There were people buried here - families - dating back as far as 200 years. It was disheartening to see memorials for several 1800's era children who did not make it past their first or second birthday. It made me appreciate modern day medicine and science even more. Just the thought of losing Kaden or Piper - either of my children back home in Norway - at such an early age made my stomach painfully churn. I would not be able to handle it. I glanced back toward Lindsay and sighed in exasperation. It may have been a hot and humid day at 85 degrees, but Lindsay still wore a knitted blue scarf - which belonged to her father - loosely around her neck. Lindsay truly believed that the restless spirits here would leave her alone as long as she had one of her father's favorite possessions with her. She even claimed it would ward them off. The scarf rippled and billowed in the light breeze as I watched her lips move. She was openly talking to her father. No harm could come ever come to Donald again. The life that dwelled within him was gone and he was safe from the perils of the world. A heart that used to beat with love was now still, yet his memory would never be forgotten. ...
    "You okay, honey?" I asked Lindsay once I returned to her side, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her forehead. "He likes you," Lindsay simply said, smiling somewhat. "Daddy likes you, Jeremy. He told me so." Smiling myself, I dropped down to one knee beside Lindsay. "Tell your father I appreciate that, honey." I kissed her on the forehead again. "Do you think maybe your dad would like to talk to me? I want to tell him how much I love you, how special you are to me. And I would like his approval for our life and marriage. Do you think I could maybe meet him?" Lindsay turned and glanced at the quiet earth beneath us for a few seconds, then focused upon me with a full, happy expression. "Daddy says he would be honored to meet you!" When we left the cemetery a good four hours later, Donald's tombstone and its surrounding area popped with vibrant colors thanks to Lindsay's special touch. She decorated it with a wide assortment of bouquets and flower arrangements, put up a pair of sun-catchers, wind chimes and a beautiful wreath. She also left a memorial rock at the base of his marker, with an engraved inscription. "If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again." This was the first time that Lindsay had visited her father since just before her wedding with Trish this past December. He was forever a delicate subject with her, so it should not come as any great surprise that Lindsay was a bit emotional once we left the ...
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