I could even see a little of the bottom of his ball sack between his legs. “Is there any sand left?” he repeated.I felt a little awkward. “Yeah,...there is a little still left,” I said.Brian reached his other hand between his crack and brushed his fingers against his asshole, removing the left over sand. There was still a few grains left.“You missed some,” I said. He rubbed his crack again, but still missed the stray grains of beach sand. “Is it gone now?” he asked.“No…still there.”“Get it for. .. "Almost what?" she half purred at the screen, moving her mouse to click the "Accept" button. The message opened and she read it slowly, forcing herself to savor each word. I know you're waiting for me again. I can almost feel you here with me, pouting your sexy little pout. Come sit on my lap, baby girl, and we can... talk. "Talk, lover?" she asked with a mixture of interest and amusement. She knew she was alone, that he couldn't hear her, but she couldn't resist the added flare of speaking. They all saw what I had in the dressing room. Large nipples, hard and proportional to her curves, lightly colored areolas that faded naturally to her skin. They moved with every effort to pull down the dress, swinging and swaying; every eye bolted to her boobs until she pulled down the matching yellow thong. She had trimmed her pussy very neatly with barely a few slivers of hair to distract from her sex. Then she put her hands on her hips and took a bow, the audience continuing their uproarious. "Watching the cunts getting a kicking. Look at that fucker. All his fucking teeth everywhere..."Ed was referring to a scene where an elderly man was being kicked again and again in the mouth. Despite the high digital resolution, the image was wobbling about all over the place."Emily should be watching fucking cartoons," said Olive as she grabbed the touchpad out of her daughter's hands. "She shouldn't be watching this shit. What the fuck! Where's the fucking kiddie stuff?"Ed laughed as the.