I put the toys in my purse, my oiled up ass hole squelching between my firm cheeks. I got in a revealing outfit then left. The 12 Oclock air was cold and brisk but the walk to the beach was only 400 meters. I reached the hill that lead down and was careful not to trip on its steep slope. I got to the ocean and looked around. Where was she. I looked behind me and saw Stephanie walking toward me in her pink lace bra and panties.the ones I found her the hottest in. Ive been a bad girl she said in a seductive, childish tone. I forgot to get you a birthday present so I think you should do whatever you want to me tone losing its childish edge as she un lapsed the bra. I walked over to her and put my handbag on a park bench. You remembered my fantasy I said and pulled of my skirt revealing two oiled up melons, no bra or panties in site. I pulled her down and sat at a table, guiding her head to my vagina. She began to lick it, then added two fingers, wiggling them up and down, knuckle deep.. The pain of separation was mixed with feelings of being rejected, even if that sounded a bit too much like a line from a silly romantic story. I really didn’t like the weakness and vulnerability I felt when I thought about never seeing him again. And for god’s sake, there really wasn’t anything particularly special about him. No, there really wasn’t anything special about him at all… except the fact that I loved him. Nothing special except the fact that he was the only exception to more than one of my life’s many self-generated rules. I loved him, despite the fact that he would never be able to accept and love me, there were just too many things that stood between us. Really righteous people never mixed well with unrepentant sinners, and he was as good as a person could possibly be, and yeah me, I was just me. I was shaken and stirred, like a half-assed cocktail concoction, something that tasted like shit but had your panties off in about half-an-hour, if you ever wore panties, that.
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