” I say to get a nodWe get to a spot not far before the boys try to lay out the beach blankets they were carrying.“ Here daddy this one for you an... Kendra.” Dakota says half way spreading the big towel out trying his best“ Thanks my little man.” I say to get a smile“ Aww thank you dear.” Kendra says getting a blush from him“ Your...your welcome ma’am.” Dakota says before turning to run to the shore“ He is so cute honey.” Kendra says and I chuckle“ Yeah and so are the others. Each one like their. A little man destined for abuse.What really keeps drawing Eyes' attention though is his wet crotch. His soaked shorts cling enticingly to his body, which maddeningly outlines his sexuality. Eyes lustfully and cruelly stares at his little package that he is sporting so proudly, as rivulets of water poor from under his shorts and down his youthful legs. In his youthful exuberance he has been rolling around on the wet grass and it is quite obvious that he has probably been mashing his little. ”“He wants a picture?” she said.“Well, I thought you had one to give to him,” he said.“I did and I did. But he wants a picture of me. A good one showing how beautiful I am—his words. He wants to be able to brag to his fellow prisoners what his beautiful, wonderful, faithful, loyal and loving girlfriend is like. Kinda make them eat their hearts out; well, until he finds out he’s been betrayed,” she said, and she began to cry.“I thought you said, he was okay with you finding a man,” he said.“He. Maybe he hadn't been home; maybe Robbie couldn't find him.But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the living room where he'd once watched ball games on TV and napped after a hard day. Luaralee's breath hung in her throat; he hadn't changed at all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn't put on a belly, didn't seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes were nervous.Why, she.