But I looked up and there was this pink-haired chick playing an acoustic guitar. Our eyes met. Megan just turned around and glared at this girl. That...��s how Meg was. She was really protective of our relationship. I said to her: ‘I’m fascinated by your personality, your strength and determination. And I guess I love you because you really care about me. You’re not any like other girl, Meg.’ And I was checking out this blonde chick’s torpedoes. Man, they were huge and shaped just right. And I. The heat was obvious in her face and eyes. Not quite lust, but nymphet heat. Not quite total desire, but it was there, glowing at himHe stepped back a ways directing her to keep her face toward the lens, firing away a bevy of shots. She was a natural he thought to himself. Every shot or position he moved her into was better than the last. Of course each little move had to be directed by a touch, some more intimate than others.One time, while he had her positioned in the stretch position, left. The natural blur of your vision fades away and you can just make out the turquoise blue ocean, lush green forestry and white sand as it becomes more distinct by the second.The sun shines brilliantly and the high clouds drift across the clear blue sky with such elegance. Your hands feel clammy and you use them to push you up to a standing position, which only causes more sand to stick to your palms, bounded by the combined sweat and moisture from the air. You try looking for any signs of human. Since we bought the Sundowner you have put in a lion's share of the work. We wouldn't have been any where near to opening if it wasn't for Jean and yourself. Consider it a straight swap." Tony, I'm gob smacked, this is a wonderful thing you have done for me, I won't forget it." You are overlooking something Ernie, we are family, families look out for each other." Wow! it's great to get back behind the wheel Tony, wait til I show Jean." Well you could pull a swiftie on her mate, just tell her.