Or foxy female friends - by pretty who hosts me hereSexy story with a pretty picture of look-a-like of awesome Anna in verses of fourHer username is ...here on hot hamster, to both of us she is so very dearShe is as smart as slender and as sweet as sexy this big beauty redhot real redheadI invite her for a trip to the beach by bicycle - I make sure she takes the racing bike up frontI guide her through the greenery to the dunes through a natural park to the almost deserted beachI love to look at. Hers did the same.Adrenaline was slowly building. Ringing in my ears. tension mounting seemingly to bursting point. I glanced down. A dark patch on the triangle of fabric over her mound.She was aroused.Her eyes flicked onto the bulge in my pants. They stayed there.Her mouth grew wider. Breathing shallow, fast and raspy.She had shifted. The edges of her vagina pink around the fabric. The cameltoe more defined. I could taste it now, salivating.Her eyes still fixed lower down.I glanced down. An. Ye kahani tab ki hai jab main 10th me tha of main to batana bhul gaya ki main ek chota sa gaon me rahta hu jo ramgarh jharkhand me hai to ab kahani pe ata hun jab 10thme the to humlog tution padhne ke liye ek sir ke pas jate the vahin par humare sare class ke ladke ladkiya padhne jaya karte the to mujhe ek ladki se pyar ho gaya tha jiska name suman tha uske bare me kya batau yaro ekdum tikhe nain naksh vali fair skin jo bhi dekhe dekhta reh jaye sare ladke usko line marte the par vo kisi ko. Solo-sailing wasn’t a challenge for me. My old man put me on a sunfish at age six; which was over a half-century ago.My deck hand’s name is Buster. His mom must have had one hell of night; Labradors, Pit-Pulls and American Bulldogs, all lining up to take their turn. Buster’s big, brown, smelly and he slobbers. But, he’s my staunchest friend; utterly loyal, devoted and the best side-kick a guy could ever ask for.We talk in the dark-hours. I’ll sit with three fingers of cheap scotch in an old.