“I'd love to see it,” I said. “Do you have it with you?”“It's in my room,” he said.Of course it was. Nobody takes their laptop to the bar ...ith them. It would have to be in his room. I could have asked him to go get it, but that would be putting him to a lot of trouble. I'm not sure that I'd already made up my mind to fuck him before I went up to his room. It may be that he really just wanted to show me his novel. He may have had seducing me in mind when he asked me if I'd like to see it. I. He dragged me down with him before giving me a friendly punch on the arm, running off to see Aubrey. ‘Lucky bastard, I thought. At least his girl is still here.’ I thought to myself. I walked back to the sand and lay down, shielding my eyes from the sun letting the burning hot sand dry my wet swim suit. I couldn’t think of anything, I tried to get Gabriella out of my mind but it didn’t work too well. Especially when I heard her behind me. ‘Dave’ she whispered, follow me. I stood up and took in. You slip off your boxers and pull off your top and t-shirt. You bend down and stroke my back, starting at my shoulders and stroking down to my bottom, "are you still wet, cum slut?" "just a bit!" "not wet enough though are you, slut?" You hold your cock in one hand and grab my hair with the other and a golden yellow stream of urine hits my back and begins to run down to my not insignificant behind, i moan quietly and you let go of my hair and stroke my face, when your fingers start to stroke. Without her encouragement she would never have known the exhilarating freedom and joy that came along with the peaceful calm of her favourite past time. Patting Jolly Roger soundly on his muscular neck, she reigned him to a standstill and slid off him. A handsome, black, eighteen-hand thoroughbred, Jolly had been the love of her life since her rather bitter divorce. Taking the reins in her hand loosely she led the way down the little trail that led to the woodland stream and the beautiful.