TUESDAY, LATE MORNINGOutside, Daryl turned the brunt of his rage towards the shop owner, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel as he prepared to kick ...he shit out of him. “Mr. White-PLEASE”, begged the old man, backing away hastily. “Please, just let me explain what is happening. The piece-is haunted!”Daryl paused for a minute, and looked down at his Timex. “Alright, ugly. You got 30 seconds.” The old man sighed, and looked down at his wrinkled hands as he leaned back against the delivery van.. I was twenty years old, my girlfriend Amy and I had just returned from my first nudist experience at “Black’s Beach” near San Diego, and had to wait a couple of hours to shower off the sand and salt. I learned from my neighbor the reason for the wait was due to a water-main break near my house. The build-up of sand/salt in my pubic area was so itchy it was driving me nuts (pun intended). I couldn’t stand it another minute, so at the suggestion of Amy I began to trim my pubic hair as short as I. She bit her lower lips and smiled wickedly as the girl’s face registered the surprise on reaching her goal, to find it was bare. Coral suddenly stood and raised her skirt.“Snap!” she said and Anabelle grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her forward, burying her face into the soft hair between her lover’s legs. Her tongue slipped easily between the lips and Coral parted her legs wider.“Eat, darling. Eat my pussy.”“Later. Later I will eat it fully and I have a few other surprises for. It’s simply decorated, a huge overstuffed sofa with a rough textured fabric blanket thrown across the back, a large leather reading chair, a coffee table made out of an old barn door, and a stone hearth around a corner fireplace appear ready for a Ralph Lauren catalog photo shoot. On that table is a short section of iron chain holding down a white, folded note. Dropping your bag on the long woven entrance carpet, you move the two steps to the table, lift the chain, and read the note that.