Mia didn't want to see her family; and though her best friend Fiona would have welcomed her, Mia found herself in the car, on I-95, heading north.To M...c.Parker MacPherson, Mac to his friends, was more than Mia's best friend, second only to his own cousin Fiona.Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home, a refuge, to Mia.It was the peace that spurred her flight away from the city. Away from Robert. Robert Stein was a terrible. She was like how I used to be before Sky and her futa-dick had so thoroughly corrupted me.Georgia suckled on me like my futa-cock was a lollipop. It was such a delight to experience. I really loved it. I groaned and squirmed on my back, my breasts rising and falling. I licked my lips and hummed as I squirmed.Such wonderful pleasure rippled through my body. She moaned as she bobbed her head, Natalie licking at her virgin twat. This was all so exciting. It all felt so right. Just perfect, the way. She felt the pleasure starting to tighten in her, felt the need spiraling deeply into something that was almost pain before bursting in a firestorm of pleasure that swept through her endlessly. It exploded into her mind, shooting white stars behind her eyelids as her body arched into a sweetly rigid bow of pleasure. Her jaw tightened as she felt another wave coming so quickly after the first, the plants mercilessly working her body over and over until she was almost begging for release.The. I got a huge adrenaline rush walking amongst all the sunbathers feeling my boob sway slightly as I walked.I reached the coffee hut and joined the queue which headed out sideways from the hut. This put me alongside the paved promenade which was fairly busy with people out for a stroll. There was only a twelve-inch high wall to keep the sand on the beach. I started to notice a couple of glances my way from the fully dressed folks walking along the row of shops. I looked around and noticed.