Then with one hand holding the empty beer bottle, Hank leaned forward, resting his arms on the steering wheel.As he looked out at the small stream he ...ouldn't help but ponder, 'Why do they call it a river? It's not over three or four feet wide in most places. Other than a few large pools, it's nothing but a small creek.'"Oh well, they didn't bother to ask me," he sarcastically chuckled, "and if it was any of my business, I'm sure they would've. So, then... it's a river, and always will be.... Groping her breast massaging and squeezing them. She looked down into the tub and seen the evidence of beach sand washing down the drain….. Smiling she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as her free hand made its way between her legs. She gently rubbed her pussy lips, rubbing them first gently and slowly getting faster and harder until she gently came over her fingers then, wanting more she slid a finger inside herself. Working her fingers faster and harder inside of herself she began. They were tight around his thighs, but loose at the bottom; boot cut. He looked at me for just a second too long, and said, "no problem", before handing me a little metal "3", and leading me to the last dressing room, kind of around a corner at the end of the hall."Convenient," I thought. I first tried the men's shirt on. I did it quickly just to get it over with, then I went to try on the yellow tank. It was definitely too small. It fit really tight, which was fine. It makes me feel sexy to. Keal slowly answered, he was from across the sea and that he and his ladies had bartered for passage on a ship a short time ago and have been wandering from town to town. He was a storyteller, and the ladies took care of him, sometimes working a tavern as extra help when he told stories, due to the increase in costumers listening to his stories. When asked for a name, Keal just said that he did not recall his name as nobody ever called him by it now, everyone just called him old man. The girls.