” He asked why and she added as she shrugged her shoulders “Uh, I don’t know.” He looked at her and studied her eyes as he tried reading her f...ce. He thought he understood her but he wasn’t sure he knew why she behaved like she had. She felt a little uncomfortable about herself, about her body and her weight. “Karen listen” he started to say softly. He shut up a second as he caressed her cheek. “I’m not a psychologist but I will say this, if it helps at all, but I think you are a really, really. I scooped up a little with my parched hands and tasted it. It was salty butnot very salty. I could drink it. I tried to scoop it up but it was hard, and there was a lot of sand in it.My salt encrusted hair kept falling in front of my face. Suddenly a thoughthit me. I took my hair and soaked my long tresses in the water. Then I squeezedit out. I did this several times until I had cleaned it of the salt. Then Isqueezed the next batch into my mouth. It worked. Only a little sand, and therest. The black boxer briefs were bulging in the front, and when she pulled those down too, his cock, just as beautiful as I remembered it, sprang forward eagerly. Watching her wrap her pretty lips around it and seeing her cheeks bulge inwards while it vanished in her mouth made my chest constrict. It should be my own lips wrapping around this wonderful rod. I could hear a plopping sound when he pulled free, and he walked around the desk, leaving Carmen kneeling in front of me with a disappointed. She measured him, "Seven inches exactly." She declared."Not bad." Cheryl stated, checking her paper."I got seven!" Amy waved her paper in the air for all to see."Anyone else get seven?" Sonia asked. Nobody answered and Amy was declared the winner."What's my prize?" Seven inches if you want it!" Rachel howled, rocking back in her seat."No thanks — I'd settle for seven hand prints on that behind of his though!" Your choice." Sonia laughed.It was Cheryl's turn to inspect him. She instructed Rob to.