By the time we reached the beach area, the dark tanned men werewearing only the briefest of G-strings, and many of the womenwere completely naked! Wel... not completely. No matter how littleelse she wore, it seemed that every woman out there took pridein flashing some bit of adornment. It might be a fancy pair ofsandals, or bright jewelry, or a pretty hat or scarf, flappingincongruously against dark nudity."Well, what do you think?" Jasmin asked as we strolled among themerry making throngs."It's. .. that's the sense of it!"Resistance would've been futile. Janet got my book, and we started. First, she went in front of me, and I could clearly smell she had shit in her panties. Then she turned to face me."If you want, you can put your hand right on my ass."She didn't need to tell me twice - I got to her side and laid my hand on her butt, feeling the shit squish inside her panties as she walked. The smell was still there. Without much talking, we went up to the 3rd floor where nearly all. My dick grew hard watching my wife slobber all over another man's dick.“You ready to watch me fuck your wife?” Ty asked, pushing deep into her throat.I nodded in agreement, unable to put my excitement into words.My wife let Ty’s dick slide from her mouth as she crawled backwards into bed lying next to me.“I want your big black cock in my pussy!” my wife said spreading her legs in the air, exposing her soaking wet pussy. Ty immediately stripped off the rest of his clothes and got into bed. As he. Jean watched Jeopardy every day she could and yelled the answers at the TV. Jean was a straight-A college dropout. You see my dilemma? I want to capture all of Jean Martel, but how do you fit a person into a block of text without slicing them to pieces? I can list everything I know about her, but all this gets me is a list of symptoms with no sign of the disease. I could try to describe her personality, but I don’t know how to describe a personality without turning it into a cliché. If I.