Зелен гащи и зелен играчка

My lithe body passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath. Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those strong hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my bottom again…why was I always displaying myself to him? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my footing and then sat on my blanket. “That was nice,” I said. Non Nude He smiled. “My name is Carol.” “Percy, Percy Kinimaka.” “Thank you Percy.” And then…since we knew each other now: “Would you like some of my lunch?” “Do you have enough?” he asked…”We’ll find out…come and sit with me,” and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still life: white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would study us. There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was “screwless.” I looked at him in dismay. “Give me the bottle,” he said and laughed. “I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes,” he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open. “How did you do that?” I exclaimed…”Magic! Don’t you believe in Magic?” I laughed. “But how?…” “I used my thumb,” he said. “That is a very powerful thumb,” I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy. “This is why I come here at this time. For peace.” Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone. “Can I tell you Carol?” I looked at Percy. “I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you.” That word in my head” ‘enchanted’…or ‘enchanting.’ I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said: “I have a confession,” I looked at him questioning, “I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this.” The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his Hardcore ‘cache’ emerging in moments…a bottle of indian wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…”Surprise!” he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…”Just for moments like this?” And shared the new bottle. Hugging again. His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. "Well hasn't it been for you?" she asked somewhat surprised. They were tired and took naps, Roger and Mike settled in chairs looking out over the river while the girls took the beds. Really? The goddess' gaze fell upon James' friends, defeated and captured by Ishtar's animated soldiers. “Daddy . . . Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. In fact, I had minor orgasms several times just on their tongues as they lapped at my messy pussy, even curling their tongues somehow into my hole. “Everything under control now?” She gently teased. What the hell? Frank looked at his book and shook his Non Nude head, “No, I wouldn’t say so. “Spoil-sport” was all she said. With nothing more than a shrug, Phil’s own pants came off, and he soon joined Olivia as the two sat in his basement, high, masturbating slowly, and talking about the kind of stuff you wouldn’t talk about while masturbating slowly. Because there’s no cure for what I’m feeling right now. This was Marge’s favorite part of doing a gyno-rectal examination, it wasn’t necessary but she liked it and so did most of them. Getting out of the shower, we Hardcore dried off, and grabbed the bottle of now almost empty whiskey, and poured another two shots into each of our plastic glasses, emptying the bottle. “But what if you destroy whatever is making the cube work if it works at all?” “Where are all the other aliens?” Bryan asked. Sighing he went into the emergency room. He snapped another pic. However that's a story for another time for Apollon had finished his judgement and it was time to breed two indian bitches.