Using her own arousal to lubricate her fingers, she made lazy circles around the bud of nerve endings at the centre of her body, falling further into ...eminiscence.After a late dinner, they all decided to take a stroll to the nearest beach. The group joked as they meandered along the sand dunes, all a little buzzed after an afternoon of sitting in the sun drinking beer. Falling behind the rest of the group and feeling a little reckless, she took the opportunity to pull him off course into some. While she could never be 100% sure from this distance, the more Maggie examined him the more she was convinced he was the same man she had seen standing in the window opposite her room last night. He was lying flat on his back with one arm bent across his face and appeared to be asleep. He was clearly not Brazilian. His skin was fair. He was slim with well-toned arms. The muscles in his legs clearly defined. Maggie thought he was probably a runner, or maybe a cyclist. Yes, a cyclist, she smiled. ‘Where are you taking me Simon?’ I asked as we walked, with him holding my small hand in has own, providing warmth. ‘Thought we’d watch tonight’s fireworks from a better vantage point.’ He replied. We walked up, then past the church, and in the darkness an old tower loomed, standing perhaps another ten yards high on the hill. Simon walked me to the far side where an entrance loomed, showing steep stone steps leading to the top. ‘This was built over a hundred years ago, Kate.’ Simon explained.. I was home and sitting in my recliner watching the evening news. I hadn't had dinner yet but was thinking about what I wanted when Kay came in."Hi Rob, watcha doin'?" I'm contemplating my dinner, have you eaten yet?" No, I've snacked the whole afternoon but I haven't had a meal. Do you have something in mind?" As a matter of fact I do. I was thinking of kielbasa and kraut. I have the kielbasa in the refrigerator I can fix on the grill out back along with some sauerkraut in the pantry. Are you.