Now what?" How about a skimpy thong? You'll have to turn around to get the money. You can show him that stunning rear end of yours."She opened her pan...y drawer (Yes I know it well. I'm a guy, remember.) and pulls out a wisp of fabric. She steps into it and pulls it up."Damn, Lori, I've seen you naked all day. How can you put something on and be sexier?" You're just starting to get a hard-on that's all. It's all in your cock. And how can I let some geek see me like this? My pussy lips show.". Some filthy yellow beach in Spain or Puerto Rico or or BRAZIL. Yes. Can you see it? Do you smell the sea? Feel the salt breeze caressing your hair? Good. Now picture the woman. She is dark skinned and sullen. Wild and beautiful. She sits on a crumbling wall. Her pretty hazel eyes screwed up in the Suns glare. A smouldering cigarette hangs flaccidly from the corner of her mouth and theres a bottle of something nasty at her side. She could smile so sweetly but the world doesnt deserve a smile.. When she stretched, her breasts were in perfect position for the hot water to run all over them, bringing her nipples to full attention. "Ohhhh, yessssss. God, I'm so horny, I could fuck a mop handle!" She leaned against the far wall of the shower, feeling the water hitting her pussy. She rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, moaning lightly. "Oh yes, touch me right there. Mmm, right on my pussy. Rub it... rub my pussy, stick your fingers in there. Oh god that's right. Rub my clitty, oh. I’m not sure if I’d be taking advantage of you, so I’ll come right out with it: if you need to wind down by having sex, I’m all for it. But please, not just on my account. I’d feel awful if you just did it for me.”“Oh! This is a ... I mean, I figured we might, on this trip. As it’s been a while. But my mind wasn’t on it.”“From what I hear it rarely is, these days. Which is one of the reasons we’re all worried. I haven’t much to offer, Martin, but you’re welcome to it. Peter does his best, poor.