He figured he'd see a few interracial couple's tonight that would get him excited. Actually. There was a redhead standing near him speaking to a tall ...lack man.Hank got really excited when he saw them kiss and the black guy put his arm around the woman's tiny waist. Frank could feel his dick stretching his pants out, so he moved around so nobody would notice.Hank watched as the black guy kissed the redhead again. He tried not to stare at them but he saw her lips open as the man's tongue. Just above me, away from the sea, were two couples who were lying silently, though their occasional wandering hands signalled that sex was not at all far from their minds. To my left there was a couple that were enjoying a happy conversation, and I was encouraged to receive a friendly smile from the lady as I put my towel on the ground. Settling down, I just relaxed, feeling the heat of the summer sun on my body, gradually taking in and enjoying the surroundings. I lay on my back, and my cock. It gripped her again as she felt Karen's hands and mouth beginning to explore her immobilized body, at first with loving, tender caresses, but then with more insistent, rough sucking, kneading, pinching, probing.She and Karen had done this to one another before, though not for a long time. Maybe that was why Laura had forgotten the main principle, which was to prolong the agony by clever caresses until the unbearable need resulted in an excruciating explosion of coming. And so Karen, knowing. “So tell me, do you have any memories of the people that you once were? You seem to understand cultural references just fine,” she asked while setting up the coffee maker. Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelves. “I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they’ve already undergone so much torture that they’ve been driven insane and don’t even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of people’s.