Papa and Megan-Cabin at the Lake, Part II
Two hours later, she had managed to take a hot bath, get her pajamas on and was again, fast asleep when I went into her room to check on her. She woke, grinned sleepily, and stretched her arms and legs. Then she curled up once more and closed her eyes. I knew she must be exhausted from her repeated orgasms but I began to worry that she was acting awful strange and wondered what to do. I sat down beside her, put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Megan, honey, are you going to be alright?” She opened her eyes and saw the concern in mine. She smiled again, stretched, and said, “Oh, poor Papa, are you worried about me? You should have warned me that your “Big Bubba” has wonderfully, strange affects on …