Without thinking about it, I put two rounds in the guy's head and burst through the door holding my finger up to my mouth.I whispered to DeDe, "Are th...ere any more in this building?"She said, "One upstairs in the front office to watch the approaches and around these hangars." Stay here, I'll be right back." I slid a fresh magazine into my Glock and slowly slid my feet up the stairs so as not to make any noise. When my head was at a level I could look over the edge of the floor, I held my breath. As he repositioned himself to accommodate me, he crossed his legs and turned towards me. "What a wonderful day it is today, wouldn't you agree?" "Absolutely, a great day to get outside and take a ride" I replied, not without a little tremor in my voice."Do you bike this path often?" he asked."I haven't been this way in a long time, but I overhead a couple of guys from school talking about it a few weeks ago and it reminded me how nice it is down here." As I said this I built up the courage to. .. there ... uh ... there is a n-n-n-nudist beach h-h-h-here,” she stammered, pointing at another portion of the map.I nodded and folded the map, smiling. “Thank you,” I said, and walked a little to the side, waiting for Martina to finish.I found a good vantage point from where I could see what was going on behind the desk. Martina knelt behind the receptionist and had indeed already pulled down her pants. Giulia tried her best not to show any signs of it, but she pushed her butt slightly back. Glittering rivulets running over a pneumatic terrain of skin and contour. He watches her move and strains to ignore the strutting spine of gristle jutting up from the apex of his thighs. As she passes she glances briefly into his eye, then a longer glance at his cock. She brushes against him lightly as she wades on toward the sand. She sits on dry sand, while her heels dig in where it’s damp from the soft lap of quiet waves. He kneels where the water pools and ebbs around his knees. His hand.