Karan had clung to me from behind, so I could feel his tool get excited as he enjoyed handling my pointy nipples while nearly crushing my breasts with...his hands. He was taking full advantage of the situation and I loved it. “Take it easy; you don’t wanna hurt my boobs, do you?” I coyly complained to him. He grinned in response.In a few minutes, wave pool started. All the people in the pool, including me and Karan, started moving up n down to the rhythm of the waves. I turned around and kissed. Stories about the Fayseans had grown through the generations, though none in Wildmoor Beach had ever seen them. Some said the Fayseans were eight feet tall with skin the color of bronze. They were ferocious warriors who carried spears tipped with bone points. Some said they carried the heads of their enemies on belts around their waists. And most dreadful of all, their eyes were coal black and to look into them was to be lost forever.But the truth was, no one in Wildmoor Beach knew what they. .. mmmh, it does feel nice and soft andnow I'm so tiny it kind of fits. The front is all stretched out, Iwonder what it would feel like to have a big pair of tits nestling in...no, stop that. Anyway, I'm tired and now I'm going to have to sleep inmy sisters stupid silk sheets and her four poster bed. It still stinksof her perfumed body, I doubt I'll sleep well.- NateTuesday 14th June.Wow. I had like the best nights sleep ever! Casey's silk sheets felt sogood on my on smooth shaven skin and. Nan, sensing an altercation suggested it was time to go, and then added that, “he [mickey] should remember what he had agreed too, and then she heard her own voice say that “Terry was coming back for coffee…” For the life of her she had no idea why that had happened, but Micky sat regarded the two with an unsteady eye, then drained his glass muttered “have it your way” then stood and led the way unsteadily to the door. Terry took her arm and they collected her mac and gamp as they left, the.