Just the blanket and nothing else.I wake up on something soft...sand... soft, pristine sand filters through my fingers. It is weirdly dark, with point... of light peeking through. I realise that I have a straw hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up...the evening sun is softly glowing above the horizon (or is it dawn?). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer dress... navy... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Doesn't seem like Kuwait... the. Wuthering Heights dark. Heathcliff in the flesh. Wet your panties dark and handsome. He was young, too, she saw. She estimated by the lack of grey and the smooth unlined skin on his face that he was only a couple of years older than she was, but he could have been older, too. What took her aback, what surprised her was just how tall he was. He was well over six feet tall, maybe even two inches over. Alex had thought Harold was big at five feet, seven inches, as tall as Daddy. But now, Alex had. I drove to my apartment and waited to see if The Brit would be home in time for dinner. When he didn't show, I made a pot pie in the microwave. I emailed him, but he didn't answer. I was beginning to worry, when I saw the headlight of a car pulled into the drive. It was him and he had several boxes. I went down to unlock the garage. The garage came with a small area where I was allowed to store my stuff. It was the area I stored the last of the shine, it was also pretty much full."God I am glad. What do you want now? haven't you had enough?" >hug her, tell her I'm sorry for being so rough, tell her that I just want to make her feel good too >start making out, we both get really passionate about it >pick her up and put her on top of the toilet seat so I can start eating her out >she smells great >gets me even harder >eat her out for 15 minutes >after she cums, I jerk off and cum another big load, this time on her pussy >just the sight and smell of her makes me lose it again, start.