I reached down and caught it just as it pulled free, quickly pulling it back around me. My cock was very hard now. I could still feel the bloood red f...ingernails of that tall Latina raking gently along its length. A taxi rolled past as I secured the towel and crossed the street. On the beach across from my building, there's a public restroom made of cinderblocks with a decorative metal roof. And in front of this structure, facing the street, is a public shower consisting of a long pole that. When he opened his eyes, he found himself strangely energized, in spite of the lucid details of his dream. Why had he let this man have his wife, over and over? Few husbands would have been so accommodating, so weak in the face of a wife's professed sexual encounters. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done.Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take. I found her G-spot and made her come for the first time of the night. I felt her shudder and she bit my lip as she was kissing me.She was tiny. She was only five feet tall. But her tits were large and still had plenty of perk. The nipples were like rubies now. Hard and red. I knew her cunt was wet and juicy. Her hair smelled of jasmine as I nuzzled her neck and she stroked my prick into even greater hardness. I picked her up by her ass, held her with one hand and arm and inserted my cock into. She looked at the twins and noted that both still seemed to inhabit some other dimension, they both – to her – appeared transiently psychotic… like schizophrenics fighting too much Thorazine. She could only shake her head at the chain of events that had led her to this sun-drenched sea. The whole affair, from Tomlinson’s queer awakening to Misha Podgolskiv’s equally perturbing revelation about the ‘woman in chains’ had been profoundly unsettling to Balinski. That she had been Leonard Berensen’s.