One full day off at the beach! She would even turn off her cell phone.A short stop at the swimwear store and she had what she needed: sunscreen, a bea...h towel, and a skimpy red halter-top bikini to cover her gorgeous milky white body. She enjoyed admiring herself in the mirror. She knew the suit would turn lots of heads to stare at her luscious 38-34-36 body. A thin string tied at the back enabled the clingy top to barely restrain her twin orbs while equally thin strings tied at each hip kept. They turned in their bowling shoes and balls, then walked to the place Wyatt mentioned. They got a table and ordered, then started to just talk. ‘So, you’re new in town.’ Wyatt prompted. ‘Yeah. It’s weird, moving and shit. You know?’ She asked. Wyatt shook his head. ‘No idea. Never moved before. Lived in Rosedale my whole life.’ They talked throughout the meal, laughing and smiling almost perpetually. When the meal was over, Wyatt paid the check, and they walked back to Sarah’s house, hands. So fuck me, crush me, bury yourself insideAnd pound my cunt till you're coming out my throat!And as I moan and thrash round your seed's pouring,Let no one say that missionary's boring."~3.I love to watch my girl undress in winter,When it's frosty outside and warm within.Off comes her heavy coat: I see her slimCurvaceous outline through her sweater.Each garment yielding to my hungry look,Till bare arms are revealed, skin so tender.And as I revel in her naked splendorShe reaches back behind her. " Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"Reluctantly, he disentangled one of his arms from her and he nonchalantly slipped his hand into the picnic basket. His eyes never broke away from hers as his hand felt for and then found the object he desired. Withdrawing the treasure from the basket, his full attention returned once more to the silent woman he held cradled against his chest.Her lovely eyes stared into his, but it seemed as if her mind were far away. Her slightly panting mouth.