Sir asked, "Are those shoes hard to walk in?" "Not bad, Sir, as long as it isn't far." I replied. "Well I want to take a short walk. Do you want to fi...ish your drink here or as we walk?" asked Sir."As we walk is fine Sir" I replied."By the way I like your coat; one day I might have you wear nothing but that. Have you ever done that?" he asked."No, sir, but thought of it. Even thought about it for today." I said as I blushed. "You little slut, what a devious mind you have." he responded with a. It is as if it is not there at all as it is completely see-thru. It is as if I were in a wet t-shirt contest with the thinnest and sheerest of t-shirts. We walk back along the beach and I receive quite a few glowing stares from the hordes of good looking men also on the beach. When we reach our chairs again I take my top off as this a top optional beach. I sit back in my chair breasts out to the world to see. You seem like silly puddy in my hands at this point. A vendor walks by and asks. She nodded in the proper direction. Tom stepped toward her, scooped her up in his arms, and started down the hallway. He again had his hands on her bare bottom, which was warm, and slick with the juices of their frantic outdoor coupling. Her head fell against his shoulder, her short, spiky hair tickled his cheek delightfully. Lucy trembled as Tom carried her toward her bedroom. She still had a bit of difficulty grasping all that had happened between them in the last few minutes. Normally, she. "Yes she did - a few years later," George replied. "You'll love this," he added with a chuckle. "She married one Francis, Duke of Bar." Never heard of him," Hannah said."No one has," George replied. "Except that Francis had been betrothed to Anne of Cleves."Hannah was stunned. "As in that Anne of Cleves?" she asked."Yup," George said. "The one whom Henry VIII married when Christina kept turning him down!" The one who was so ugly that Henry wouldn't fuck her?" Hannah asked - causing a.