As we started down the trail those blouses became unbuttoned. Neither Fran nor I remember unbuttoning anything. It just happened.Fran and I managed ou... descent with only moderate difficulty. Rick’s only problem was he was always looking back at us making sure we were not going to stumble. (Or perhaps he was simply enjoying our tits.) But at last, we made it down.We parked our clothes and looked around. We were alone on the beach. We had planned to use spray-on sun protection but being alone we. It was there he made friends he could trust and love like brothers. The coach was a tough man who did not care who you were outside of football as long as you played with heart. Of all his football mates, only a few were still single including himself and his best mate Wing. Wing never had one night stands anymore it seemed, saying he was waiting for that someone special to come along and, as Nate looked down on the sleeping girl in the bed he has just vacated, thought perhaps Wing had the. I was already wearing my working outfit under a conventional pants and shirt. Beside a few other gadgets, I was carrying my air gun and that Colt .45 I had picked up at the camp. The Colt was more for its intimidation effect than for anything else. I was planning to use the air gun for most of my shooting because it was so much quieter in operation than the Colt.I walked into the hotel just as if I belonged there and waltzed up to the special elevator. I went in and inserted my homemade key. It. I sat him in the chair, and pulled out the clippers. It wont hurt dawg—and proceed with the buzz cut. You might call it a military cut. “Damm dawg—you sexy as fuck ! Tight pair of jeans, barefoot, shirtless—fuck ya—you be ripe for pickin!” Tommy blushed, and just said thanx Taz. “Ahhh cheer up dawg—it'll grow back---just like all this hair on ur nuts.”“wow—what the fuck ?”” Sorry dawg—it's gotta come off, so we can see the bugs better. We'll pluck out the ones we can get a hold of. “Ahh hell.