This is where she will redeem her meaningless existence from the last six days.She spreads her legs slightly, hoping that his hand will find its way t... her most secret places. She wants him to feel her wetness, and to rub her ... there. She lifts herself up, hoping.His hand caresses her bottom, but his fingertips do not venture between her thighs. It is not the moment for that, and she knows it. It is only afterwards, after her punishment, that his fingers will venture between her legs and give. She was gripped by the back of her towel and shoved towards the bedroom, and she groaned inside. Oh dear God, this man is going to rape me in my own bed!She still couldn't see, but knew the direction they were headed in. This man pushed her through the door, and they stopped in front of she and Jim's bed. The remainder of Jim's shirt was ripped from off of her body. She was roughly shoved down on it, and she cried out in fear once more. For her efforts, she received a hard slap to her ass. My hand slid inside of the hem of your panties and I felt the soft dew forming. I watched as your hands pushed your jeans hurriedly down. My mouth let go of your breast, my lips pulling on your nipple. My hand slid down over your wetness and I felt your soft lips part slightly. My mouth, lightly sucking and my tongue flicking over your soft skin, snaked its way down your chest and over the curve of your tummy. My finger dipped inside and I could feel the warm moisture inviting me in. I heard. This beach is called Head of the Meadow and we saw seals and whales. But no sharks.I got the third degree: Where ya from? How long biking? Why are you here? What do you think about this Covid world?They were supposed to be in the Pan Am challenge — it was canceled — but they could still bike and camp where they planned. I learned Ken was divorced, Steve was single, and their other friend Robert was married and not much fun to be around. I asked if they smoked marijuana. Ken said he used to and.