My favorite picture that she sent me was of her in an orange bikini with white borders along the edges, standing with one leg slightly curled upward a...op a sand dune at the beach. Christ, she looked amazing. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her “V” line well-defined, her hip bones prominent, and she had cute little brown birth marks littering her body. As if to drive the point home, she included another picture of her in the orange-and-white bikini, this one from behind. She was looking over. Viewed from the outside, in the fading light of a late summer evening, the impression was that of a rectangular block with square towers at each corner, its blunt ruggedness emphasised by the numerous many-mullioned rectangular windows. The decoration was completely classical, with superimposed pilasters, round-arched niches, and classical balustrades. The pilasters and half columns had raised bands across their middles, and the gables crowning the corner towers were decorated to suggest. “This ass is about make me cum” The Young Bear informed softly into Goldie’s ear, The Young Bear’s admission filled Goldie a vigor that allowed to go at it even harder.“I’m cumming”, “I’m cumming” Goldie and The Young Bear said together just before Goldie’s dick erupted in The Young Bear’s hand and The Young Bear seeded Goldie added his fresh load in with the others the two experiencing a simultaneous orgasm.“I.. I…” Goldie said shutting his eyes.Goldie Woke up on the ground from what felt. I discovered my womanly cleft wasgrowing damp and sensitive, in anticipation of the continuingtorture. Then I felt his hand upon my sensitive parts, and hetortured me, until I was writhing, straining against my bonds,angry that he should abuse me thus. His touch -- he knewexactly where I was most sensitive -- drove me out of control. My heart raced. My skin flushed. My very insides seemed torebel. I took pleasure in my resistance to his torture. Iwanted to prove he could not break my.