He wasgetting a little bit too close to the secret than I would like him to."So where do you live?" he asked. Of course he would ask. Why did he havet... ask!?"Oh, I live in..." Think, think, where would Sarah live?"Malibu!" I exclaimed, probably a little more excitedly than I shouldhave. Granted, Malibu wasn't exactly in Los Angeles, but it was closeenough. I'd always thought Malibu would be a perfect place to live. Now Icould. Well, sort of."Cool," Josh said. "I always liked Malibu."Before he. ..”We cut to a closer view of the hockey game that’s currently in progress. Two teams in serious competition, chasing hard, on a blue all-weather pitch. Family and friends on the sideline watching and cheering them all on.We cut again, to after the game, on the sideline – most of the girls heading over to talk to family, whilst we move toward a young couple. She’s a solid, sporty, stocky looking girl – not big, just strong. She’s not wearing make-up and she’s having just played a hard game, her. “Ok son. Be careful. Don’t get into any trouble. I don’t need the police bringing you back to the house in cuffs,” my mother teased.“Don’t worry mom. I’ll be fine. Have fun you and Beth,” I said as I quickly rush away to the other side of the club. I waited for my mom and Beth to get out of sight and as soon as they enter another room, I immediately ran upstairs and headed to the oval office.Once I got to the office door, a sigh on it read “Mr. Bearstein.” I’m only guessing this is her. Her wet long stringy hair brushed against his face. It smelled good, like strawberries.With his two free normal hands he reached around the front of her and grabbed the side strings of her little bathing suit top. He untied them. The top floated away out to sea.He grabbed and squeezed those little c cup titties. The red pointy nipples stood out at attention. She screamed as he grabbed a full hand of the breasts and twisted her nipples.He could feel his tentacles that were thrusting in and.