Eventually she replied and told me to wait for 20 minutes, and that she enjoyed the idea that her toilet was waiting for her nearby. While waiting I w...rried about the gag reflex thing, and realized that if anything got into my throat it would probably go badly. So I experimented with how I could place my tongue to keep that from happening. When she texted me that she was ready, I made my way to her door.As always she started by having me get on the floor and kiss her shoes, then get undressed. Still, he was nice and solid, and he held her when she came; she wished more boys did that. The second time they did it she got to be on top, and he kept staring at her sex as she rode up and down his delicious hardness."Why do guys do that?" she asked him afterwards when she was brushing her hair out. She'd really bounced around on him, throwing her hair all over the place. Now it was a real mess that was requiring a lot of work to straighten out."Do what?" Stare at my sex when I'm on top?. ”“That’d be neat.”I imagine him waving at me across the stadium.We haul the plank up to the road where I’ll get it with Dad’s pickup.Jared looks at my bucket. “Want me to help find more shells?”“They’re agates. Sure.”His eyes aren’t as good as mine, but it doesn’t matter, as I’m not paying much attention to what’s under our feet. I wish I lived in Boise.When we cross where a creek seeps across the sand, Jared has me hop on his back. I’ve crossed this place a million times before without getting. Linda saw Pam's struggle, and she lent a hand to the line. At long last, the line was secured, and the ship was trimmed again.Pam, Linda, and Gina looked at Michelle, their faces all echoing their internal frustration. "That was one of the sorriest jibes we've ever done," Michelle commented. It was unnecessary; the others knew it.* * * * *Not much went well. When they tried sailing very close to the wind, Michelle stayed at the helm while the others hung on the windward side, adding their.