”“Really? Thanks.”“You need a haze filter,” she said, “but other than that ... not bad.” She totaled the bill and I paid her. “Can I a...k a personal question?” she said at last.“Sure, I guess.”“Is Trip ... um ... is he seeing anyone right now?”I shook my head.“Um ... would you mind doing something for me?”“Not at all.”She dithered for a moment, but then wrote her phone number on a notepad. She folded the slip of paper and held it out. “Would you give this to him?”“Sure thing.”In a fit of. Thankfully, she went into some detail as to the purpose and specifics of her trip. I calmed down a bit as she talked and listened to her soothing voice. Just watching her talk was amazing. her eyes were so green and so alive as she spoke I could not help but feel a tug at my heart. her every feature seemed to glow when she would smile. I barely noticed when our waitress brought my soda to me, so entranced was I by her beauty. In the middle of my trance, I was struck by a rather embarrassing. Tracey's breasts fell lightly against her chest as the tension was released from her shirt. My calculation were about right. Her breasts were firm and ripe and looked as though they had been custom built for this sole purpose. It was a while before I realised that Tracey was pummuling my own dick. Eyes wide, I had not taken much attention since her shirt had been pulled off but now my mine was fixed on that sparkling face below me. That wonder of a girl.She was moving slow. It. Helen had decided to stick with just a t-shirt and trousers, topped offwith a hat and shades. Anne laid the towels out and lay on one. Shecalled the girls over."You'll need this!" she said, rubbing lotion into their arms and legs.She went on to doing herself.The girls decided to start building sand castles, followed by burying acertain little brother. Helen had to rescue him when they nearly buriedhim completely."Almost gave Edward an early funeral! By the way, you're in luck, no menaround.