Both were good in their own ways. Thinkingabout this had me sopping wet between my thighs.I had lazed away the morning, and was currently still lying ...own. I hadyet to change and was still in the nighty I had thrown on the nightbefore. I enjoyed the feeling of the sheer fabric on my skin.I was currently just rubbing myself. Enjoying the feel of my smooth skin,my legs and thighs were still smooth from the "shaving" I had done theprevious day. Thinking about that experience did nothing but. The plug is placed at the entrance to my ass.“Push out and relax,” you instruct.I follow your words exactly and you slowly press further and further until my ass encircles the base. Quickly you are inside of me again, flowing in and out, mirroring the pull of the waves in front of us. For a moment, I wonder if you are using them as a guide. I feel you tickling the base of the plug to match your hips’ movements. The feeling is too much, and my release builds to dangerous levels. Feeling my. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam. She was a sexy girl with a Christian overlay. I didn't love her. I was twenty-two. I had no real understanding of that emotion, but I want to go slowly enough for the reader to know that I honor her and remember her with more and more affection as the tale unrolls. I thought I would never forget her, and indeed, fifty years later, I haven't. Her blouse was fully open now, though still around her shoulders. "Tom, can you take this thing off? It's sweltering out here. " We opened the car doors,.