Annie was still fast asleep. Then, as if to finally confirm the obvious, I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of her head. Sure enough, there...was more sand. It was falling onto the pillow.There could be no doubt. Annie had been fucked on the beach! My dick was so hard it hurt. I ran through all the scenarios I could think of Annie fucking on the beach. Was it one guy or two? Three?! Had she stripped off below the waist? Or had she just pulled her skirt up, her knickers and panty hose. She looked very nice; it is obvious she hadn’t changed from being out with Mike and her mom. She was wearing a yellow, black and white dress, with swirls through out it, rather low cut in the front, with bright yellow high heels and tan color hose. I could smell her perfume in the air as I made us a drink. She sat on the sofa and I joined her; I apologized for what I was wearing but was quite relaxed and a just bit tired from my day. She told me that was fine as she sat back; she lit a. Her cap was off, her hair dishevelled. I had got her clothes once up to her hips, had seen her motte, felt it, got my prick up against it, knocked it about all over her belly, but no more; time was short, and at last with a sort of guilty fear I went out before church was over, and came back in time for our early dinner, telling my mother I had been to church. Then I reflected and thought it was as well I had not done it to Susan.When mother returned she left my sister and little brother in the. Many of these purchases had been arranged with, or through people that they knew. The prices had been very reasonable, and the condition of the equipment better than expected. Of course this was equipment that they themselves expected to use, and they didn't want trash or things that would be difficult to use. Frank and I visited each location to inspect and pay for the equipment. We then arranged to have it crated and shipped to our building in Statesboro. It was often easier to use the portal.