After all she was not far off the dictionary definition of sexiness for me, her cascade of strawberry blonde hair framing a beautiful heart-shaped fac... with clear, alabaster skin. Her toned athletic body was both hard enough to look good but soft enough to retain its femininity. She had a beautiful pert, round arse conditioned, no doubt, by her above average abilities on the tennis court and a childhood in which horse riding purportedly featured prominently. She also had a fondness for push up. “Why did the caveman drag his woman around by her hair? Because, if he dragged her by her ankles, her crack would fill with sand.”“Oh, that’s gross, Daddy.” And they all laughed.Once they reached the summit, they stood in silence to catch their breath and admire the brilliant sky. The sun was hot and they felt the need to shed their clothes, laughing like a bunch of school kids on their first day of summer camp.Shading their eyes, they looked across the endless green wilderness below stretched. The young lady was glad Rick wasn't being mean or demanding this time. Nor did he seem intent on humiliating her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad today. Kristina closed her eyes and waited for Rick to return.Rick Peters scanned the parking lot for potential clients. There seemed to be quite a few likely prospects. The motel had a reputation for being a place where hookers hung out. It was far enough out of town so the local citizen's didn't complain and the sheriff wasn't the type to take any. " And to see the naked boys and girls!" Right again. And I'll get to see your tits flopping around." With more good natured bantering we climbed to the end of the headland rested for a short while and then started back and took the other coastal path. As you might imagine, after a long walk with a sore bum, I didn't even attempt to jog, not even for the last few yards. Paul saw us return but didn't comment and by then it was time for lunch and for the first time I sat at a table with some of.