Her search was going nowhere.There were thousands of Simons. Hundreds of sites were 'synthetic' and 'Simon' appeared together. Even when she added his...face- what she could definitively remember of it- the results seemed infinite.She wasn't going to find him.Renee pushed the thought from her head. Of course she would. She had to. She had promised him she'd find him, once she was free.She sighed.She wasn't going to find him- not tonight. The sun was going to rise soon. Sawyer might not be so. We were dressed similarly, in patterned sarongs, sandals, and glacier glasses, our torsos bare to catch the last cool breezes before the day's real heat set in. Both of us had various beads, trinkets, and medallions strung around our necks, though Amanda had been given many more than I had by the guys who passed them out-one of the side effects of having tits. Our chairs were positioned at the edge of our camp to face the passing traffic. Behind us stretched the sprawling chaos of RVs, tents,. “Can we see it fully erect” she asked in a matter of fact way so I stepped over to her saying “Sure, can you help?” with a little chuckle, Ben looked horrified as Amanda reached out and took my semi hard cock in her hand and slowly started to wank me while cupping my balls with the other, Ben continued to take pictures of his wife wanking off some strange dude but I was fine with it.“Very Nice” she said as she got me fully erect in a short time and as she let her grip go Ben got in close to. No one had noticed... they had only been there for only a little longerthan an hour or so. Her father raced to her when he heard the cryingthinking she'd perhaps been pinched by a crab or bitten by a sand flea.But he'd been shocked to see that her shoulders had turned as red as aboiled lobster, her father had wrapped her in a blanket and charged forthe car to get his daughter out of the sun. That spelled the end of herday at the beach. The rest of her vacation had been spent in thehospital and.