Then she suddenly caught my hand and tried to stop it .. but i didn’t stop it .and start rubbing my hand all over her skirt….she slowly started mo...ning… and DAMN GOD! she was bitting her lips…. i couldn’t control my self so i reached inside her skirt ans explore through it and slowly i got touched to her panty,,and she was geting hot…now.. and her panty was already wett…. I knew that she was getting more bolder than befire ,so i placed her hand over my dick, she was shocked to touch my dick ... I threw her hands onto the balcony railing and lifted up her dress. I stuffed it in her without any hesitation. This was nothing new for her as we began fucking right there on the balcony. Staring into the ocean no one on site. I lifted one leg up hoping to hit that great spot of hers. She still had both hands on the railing while I cupped both of her perky little tits. I fucked her harder and harder until she came all over her leg and squirting all over mine. She let go with one hand to cover. Grace chortled as she asked, "So your runaway camp guard set up a massive but secret printing press in southern Minnesota?" Smith shook his head emphatically. "Nope, very low tech operation, washed the ink off dollar bills, over printed them with his hundred plates. Until they added unique watermarks and micro strip, the paper was matching on all bills." He continued, "Through the Fifties and Sixties, Bernhard's Hundred funded a Midwest Underground Railroad for minor SS and SD functionaries. Ohmigod, so we set national standards according to where boneheaded advertisers wish to spend their advertising dollars. There is no need for me to go on. You all know TV has collapsed into the domain of dummies, or more precisely the lowest end of intellectualism. Even the news on many channels is now of the caliber of entertainment/news. Just hope like hell this author hasn’t yet offered her proposal to any other publisher who has yelled, ‘Deal’. I might be only twenty and hail from Texas but.