Letting the world tick by underneath you, allowing everyone you knew to get older and older. I tried to remember the kind of life someone named Beatri...e Montenegro would live. I tried to picture it – and faint images seemed to haze around my mind. A sunny beach. A large, beautiful ship that cut through the waves of an emerald-blue ocean like a knife. A beautiful woman walking towards me, wearing a string bikini and suntan lotion. Her breasts bounced and swayed and I found my mouth growing moist. She brought me a meal a few minutes later of spaghetti bolognase and I then changed into the blue jumpsuit. My pirate clothes were collected by the guard and I settled on my bed in the cold room to sleep for the night.Breakfast was also served in my room, alone and consisted of some lukewarm milk and cereal with a cup of tea. I had barely time to finish before I was marched out of my cell, and then the cell-block and across the base and into a large imposing building.My destination was on the. Colin lit acigarette and stared out the French doors, he seemed lost with a farawaylook in his eyes. Turning quickly Colin placed the coffee on the counter,picking up a paring knife he walked purposely into the front room.Chapter 7: The Bet"Here we go," Carrie said in anticipation.Barbara quickly enabled the option to record, "I started the recording, andwe should be able to keep a running track of his progress."The tension in the room grew as both the girls stayed glued to the screen.The. Her hazel eyes looked over Misty’s tender, naked, young t(ee)nage body, as she let her robe fall to the carpet…. Misty watched with heightened arousal also, as her mother let the robe drop from her shoulders, and unclipped her bra, letting it drop also. She liked her mother’s small, tear drop shaped tits, with small light brown areolas, tipped with hard pink nipples. Her mother’s tits were set in creamy white triangles on her tan chest. Misty felt her mother was prettier than any woman, or.