"Hi, girls. The Marina not good enough for you anymore?" No," said Mandy Brooks. "There's a new crowd over there and they're making us feel uncomforta...ble. Is Tori around?" She should just be finishing up in the kitchen. Why don't you girls go to the pool; it's such a beautiful day, I'm sure that is where she'll be headed if she's not there already." Thanks."The girls hopped back onto their bikes and rode off to leave them at the bike stand at the clubhouse. Because of the State's mandatory swim. Imi tasneau flacari din ochi: - Daca o atingi, te omor!!! Pentru o clipa s-a oprit cu cureaua ridicata in mana, uluit de reactia mea violenta, apoi a ranjit sarcastic impingandu-ma cu cealalta mana ca sa ma dea deoparte: - Ce vorbesti? O s-o bat pana o s-o las lata, pana o s-o satur de lepadaturi de teapa ta! Am turbat pur si simplu; am racnit asurzitor si mi-am bagat o mana in fata lui, scormonindu-i orbitele cu unghiile ascutite: - N-am glumit, daca te atingi de ea, te omor! Iti scot ochii!. Good thing she was pretty articulate with those.Pulsing her ass also gave her something to focus on, in the light but continuous fog of pain that was filling her mind this discretionary act was all she had to hold onto, so she clung tight. She followed my lead and pulsed in synch on each stroke. Soon the pulsing, and the feelings in that region of her body, became her entire focus. That is the way the mind works.She was in some pain, but it receded into the background of her awareness. It was. This woman, so singular and beautiful carried in her a mystery, like a teardrop. One moment she was racy, another haughty, bourgeois, a little distant. It was obvious that she had experience of life and men. I imagined her to be a mother, sexually frustrated by an older husband leaving her behind. A married woman attracted by the image of a younger body that at least I can now show her. And then at times these almost c***dish attitudes, this body so firm and fresh that she could be a teenage.