He Sees Where Her White
Her Strong Black Pubic
The Warmth Of Her Skin
He Is As Usual In This
He Is Small
Lydia Is Huge A Sleeping
| I set the box outside the door and picked them up. I had never held a pair of binoculars before, I only knew what I had seen on television and in the movies.
It had become a daily ritual that I could not explain. I had rented the beach house for the summer. It sat on a corner of a quiet, secluded beach; simply a place for me to regroup. I saw the binoculars on the shelf by the sliding glass door that led to the deck on the morning of my arrival.
This story was inspired by her recent submission "A Day at the Beach". It also inspired a new story by Honey123, "A Day at the Beach: The other woman". Again thank you, Vella.
O Slowly Raise Her Hands
All Of The Men In The
She Had A Strong Looking
It Made Her Legs Seem
As Her Knees Sunk Into
His Eyes Feel The Softness
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