‘Let’s take a walk on the cliffs!’ Lauren suggested and pulled into a small car park on the cliff top. The rain had stopped, the wind was strong...but quite warm and it was turning into a bright and sunny afternoon and so we changed into our boots but left our coats in the car and walked down to the sandy slip road leading to the foreshore. We were both wearing stonewashed jeans, Lauren had on a thick, chunky, marl grey polo neck sweater, and I was in a padded cotton check working shirt over a. But now that I had Dave, all of a sudden I didn’t find the other guys in the shower nearly as exciting. And it turned out not to be three guys, but four! Four girls, with four boyfriends, laughing it up and having a good old time. There were supposedly individual shower stalls in this gang bathroom, but the privacy curtains had disappeared long ago, and even the curtain rods were gone. I kept my back to the crowd, but that didn’t make much difference: I was the tallest girl on the floor, and. Curiosity, mayhap, was responsible for the proverbial cat’s death I reminded myself. While it didn’t prevent me from continuing, it served admirably in retaining a sense of caution as I advanced towards what appeared to be a rocky bluff in the distance awash in a sea of brightly colored flowers that rippled in an unfelt breeze.As I drew closer it became apparent that I had mistakenly identified the scene before me. What I had surmised where petals were, in actuality, wings. Hundreds, perhaps. Once in a while, I caught you kind of eyeing me as if you wanted to put your hands on me, feel me up. Well, I wanted you to do just that. Am I really beautiful, dad? Do you want to kiss me all over, and bite my tits, and put that gorgeous, big prick in your daughter's aching pussy?" He swallowed hard, and she could see the head of his cock leap. "Lorena, baby--did you lock the door?" "Yes!" she smiled at him, "Oh yes, I did!" Then she reached over to him, lifted up her arms and drew her.