Dad loved Airstream trailers, and big Chrysler tow cars. Every long weekend, or vacation, he would bring us kids to the high profile state parks and c...mpgrounds on the shore. We would hike over from the tent areas to look over the Airstreams. Once or twice we found them gathering for one of the big treks. Dad loved the two-axled ones, the longer the better. I prefered the single axle Bambis, especially with the funky Internatial Travelalls as the tow rig.When Dad retired, he found. Sunrise was to be at 05:49 hours. I set the alarm for 5:15. I was in bed by ten and slept deeply.I was rudely woken by the alarm. I was so comfortable that I wanted to stay in bed, but being a man of my word, I got up. I rolled up at the parking lot at precisely 05:49. Not a car in it. Fantastic! I could enjoy the sound of the waves and the good sea air. As I walked naked across the beach, it was wonderful to see the colour of the sky and the calmness of the sea. I dropped my towel. Now, when she could not see what I was doing, I was to caress her back . ass, legs . Hands themselves slipped, trembling with emotion, the perfect curve of the hips and buttocks. The fingers of his right hand caressed her buttocks, the fingers of the left slipped a little lower, to the damp loins. After a few seconds I discovered that kiss her, she arched like a cat with pleasure. Margo frankly was enjoying my closeness. I wanted to caress her as she caressed me, but I hesitated. I was afraid. I and my many brothers and sisters over the millennia -- we're more than your humble writing instruments, much more. Styluses and quills, then pens and pencils, now typewriters, and finally our latest avatars -- word processors and computers and hi-tech printing machines. Machines? You are the ones who are the machines. Pavlov and Watson and Skinner were right on the mark. Humans are naught but bundles of reflex arcs, stimulus-driven machines, incapable of original thought, much less creation..