“What did you think of that one?”She contemplated for a moment. “I like it, but there’s no real sting to it. I suppose if you hit hard enoug..., but I’m not sure that’s what I want.”“Okay, this second one is a bit different.” I held up the next paddle. It looked like a long handled ping pong paddle, with a larger than normal paddle. “This is another fairly rigid paddle but coated to give a little more sting and a little less coverage. We’ll use five strokes each side with this and I’ll. Kelly and Angie were eating their cereals, their eyes riveted on their cell phones. They were twins and both were 18 years old, but the resemblance ended there. While Marina was a beautiful young girl, popular, blond, slim and athletic, Angie had inherited her mother's generous breasts. Her few extra pounds unfortunately earned her the mockery of her classmates, even though many of them would have secretly given anything to stick their heads between those funbags. Her long brown hair was also. I glimpsed her swimming strongly in the turquoise water – oblivious to her fate. I started to laugh… it was hard to stop. I trudged up the sandy slipway and home. We didn’t live that far from the shore, about a third of a mile and a ten minute walk perhaps but, it would seem a tad longer for Lynn than normal. About forty minutes later I was home having put the joint in the oven and tidied away the gear from the beach. I was on the sofa in the lounge skimming through: ‘Men are from Mars, Women. Of course I had to sample all the local vino and though I,d never been a real fan of the g**** I did enjoy the varieties and enjoyed them even more when a pair of local sisters Ava and Ingrid got friendly and started going round to the various bierkellars in Cologne with me. Ava was the typical teutonic statuesque blonde with big tits, flaxen hair and blue eyes while Ingrid was dark with long raven hair and flashing mischievous brown eyes, completely different yet Sisters nevertheless. By early.