‘How many knobs does this frickin’ shower have anyway?’ she asked, holding her hands out in an expression of frustration. I was speechless. The...little Annie from my childhood was gone, and in her place was a different woman. She still wasn’t much more than five feet tall, but the captivity and injury had not been kind to her. Her hair was dull, it’s auburn gone nearly black. Her hipbones were quite pronounced and I could see her ribs gliding beneath her skin as she breathed. Her breasts had. I don't like labels. Especially that sort of label. Your my wife. That's what matters most to me---and your happiness, as well. Everything else is secondary to me."We looked into each others faces for a long moment or so. Then she smiled, and we leaned over and kissed each other. Once again, my cock stirred behind my swim trunks as our mouths touched, and our tongues briefly slid over the others. Then as we sat back, we noticed the German couple getting up off the sand, shaking out their. It didn't help my sense of dignity or my macho image when Jean'd point and laugh at me. (I've since come to see the wisdom that warns: "It's OK to laugh in the bed room, but not to laugh and point.")Anyway, my unflagging desire to see Jean nude was answered, but I was so blue and shivering that I could think only of jumping back into my sleeping blanket. (My suggestion that Jean and I zip our mirror-image sleeping bag together elicited no more than a twinkle and a smile coupled with a mute. ’ Several other voices answered, then Lacie felt hands on her, holding her shoulders still. The added pressure drove Lacie’s terror even higher, making the fear stricken girl redouble her struggles. Lacie’s screams burst around her gag, the fearful howls sounding more like a wild animal than a human girl. Lacie felt gentle pressure around the back of her neck and a small tug at the back of her head as someone moved her ponytail. Then her left cheek was pressed into something soft and warm..