“I’m Shy,” she said, “but I am not shy.”I wondered how many times she had used that line. She raked her long fingernails across my chest and...then down to my abdomen, as she stepped closer to where I stood in the waist deep water. Her hand found its way to my crotch and she didn’t hesitate to check things out.I looked at Katelyn, who stood stoically by, as her friend copped a good feel of my man parts.“She isn’t shy,” I remarked, looking over at Katelyn.“No, she isn’t,” Katelyn replied, wading. I roll off her and hug her to me. "You are wonderful," I say."You're not so bad yourself," she replies.Lying there in the fatuous lethargy of a man who has been fucked by a woman dedicated to the art, I remember how this all began. Without Eve, I would never have met Susan.I had gone to my brother's house to use his laser printer on a paper that I had written. I'd been dilatory, and it was due that afternoon. I found my sister-in-law in an irascible temper. My two-year-old niece Eve was, if. Little while later aunty moved in her sleep. I got afraid and moved my hands away from her body. She turned slowly and now was sleeping on her back. Her sari was not covering her assets. Wowwww, what a sight it was. The two open boobs and the open stomach were staring at the ceiling and shining like a tube light in the dark. The boobs were tight, perfectly round and standing straight. The unhooked buttons of the blouse were making it tighter as well from the top. The nippies were exactly in the. I don't want you trying anything alone. You guys are not trained for this."Shawn had pulled over to the side of the road and pulled the phone out of Rhonda's hand. "Paul, it doesn't look like this asshole is alone. There is a dark BMW here, and a truck. Oh my God. I know that truck. It is Ratso and Sleazy. Have you heard anything about Hobo?" Not yet. TC made some calls to get help, and then went out looking for him. We'll find him." I'm afraid I may have just found him. I have a bad feeling.