And, anyway, the rain would soon stop.But it didn't. It got heavier and heavier, graduating from tiny dimples in the sand to an overall marshy greynes.... Finally, there was no choice and Ginny was the very last person on the beach to collect her towel and wicker bag, her novel shoved hastily to the bottom, and run towards the nearest approximation to shelter.Only, she wasn't the last one after all.Just when she'd ducked under the low-roofed shelter, pulled her knees up to her chin, bag to one. "I like it." He moaned into my ear. He pulled out, turned me on to my stomach, pulled my butt into the air, and slipped back inside my wet pussy again. He went into me even further. He pulled my hair back hard and I cried out."Dang! Easy on the hair!" I said. I felt him slap my butt hard. He slapped it again as he thrust over and over into me. He pushed into me one last time cumming deep inside of me. He pulled out, slapped my butt hard once more, and collapsed beside me."Damn, Lynn, you wore. " Then you agree your proposal is a bit unorthodox?" asked Denise smiling."More than a little bit," he chuckled in return. "I'm sure Howard explained the whats of my proposal, I'd like to explain the why." I must say I am intrigued as to why a man who is handsome and can obviously afford any kind of companionship he wants would..." Please," he interrupted, looking first at Denise and then at Kevin, "I am looking for neither a one night stand nor a wife. In a year my doctors have told me my life. But there was no denying how their bodies were developing. They knew it and I knew it. "Who wears them?" I flipped through my mental rolodex picturing some of the cutest of the girls wearing panties like these."Trust me, Honey," Janis said. "They all do. Haven't you ever picked-up Natalie's camera and scrolled through her pictures?" No, why?" I asked."Well if you did, you wouldn't be surprised at the thong," she said. "They've been taking pictures of themselves and each other for at least a.