The hand that had scaled the mightybreasts began working the nipples more furiously. I was about to doublethe effort with my other hand, when I saw it... Almost every girl I hadtalked to about self-pleasure had mentioned the immense benefits of ahand held showerhead and there was one staring me in the face. I fiddledwith it and diverted the water from the main head until it was blastingout of the smaller, handheld one. I took it in my hand and slowly, everso slowly brought it down between my. Here is the story of our beach encounter.It was a comfortable sunny day in April; one of those days that people dream about after a brutally cold and wet winter on the Chesapeake Bay. The brisk northerly winds had shifted to a warm southerly caress. It was the kind of day that begged for a walk on the beach.My gorgeous wife and I headed out the door for the beach, a leisurely walk. We grasped each other's hands as we strolled along, two lovers on a day made for romance. Trees were sprouting,. I'd spent this particular hot summer night at a bar along the Sacramento River and that meant there were a lot of boats coming and going at the bar. I like boats. Around ten o'clock this charming man who reminded me of a particular older actor came along and bought me a drink and struck up a conversation with me. That went on until just after eleven when he asked me if I'd like to go someplace quieter, like his boat. Oh, yeah, I wanted to see the boat and thought at the time that leaving the. Her shapely hips and legs were accentuated by her trim ankles and small feet. Her long flowing black hair was a compliment to the high cheekbones and sparkling, brown, almond shaped eyes. Her face was radiant with all the classic features which gave her the physical appearance of a true Asian beauty.Mioki was, however, American through and through. Born and raised on a farm in the Western U.S., her upbringing could not have been more stars and stripes and apple pie, her parents only real.