Her shorts were lose around the leg and I’d seen the panties she’d put on today—a silky pair of French knickers, merely a fancier pair of her py...ama shorts with a wide gap between the legs. It would be easy to move into her now. The musk of her lust hovered above her, as I was, the miasma begging me in. Its desperate invitation deserved more than a quick fuck.I held my hand over her crotch. Heat radiated from her; if she were metal, I would burn to touch her. Rubbing her through the fabric of. How can they not represent anything?" They don't represent anything because our economy, our very existence is not based upon the acquisition of wealth. The credits only exist to provide motivation for working, to reimburse those who are functioning members of society and contribute something to it. They have value because they are the only means by which to buy things and there is no way to get them except to receive a pay allotment for a job or to have someone give them to you for some. He was also asking what you would say or do if he gets me pregnant. I told him that you and I talked about it and it was me that decided that I would have him without birth control and I wanted to take the chance. I wish you could have seen his eyes. He told me when him and I go back inside, he was going to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t wait. I knew that you were so tired and probably asleep and Carl was asking if you would be able to hear us. I knew you still had the door. As I get closer, I can see it is a woman wearing only her birthday suit and facing the water. Stopping far enough away as not to be noticed I watch her masturbate. She raises her legs so that her knees somewhat bend with legs squeezed together and arches her back, pushing her full breasts up as if they were greeting the rays of the sun.This beach beauty has the top of her head and butt now supporting her. I quietly approach a little closer and see that her eyes are closed, her open mouth.