.. silence. I never realized how much noise surrounded me every day. Even at the farm we could still hear the muted sound of cars on the road. But her...e—nothing but the soft sound of the waves as they washed the sand and an occasional bird squawking in the distance.After we goofed around in the water for a while, Beth walked up on the beach, turned back to face me, and—with a huge smile on her face—pulled the strings on her top and tossed it in the air. Life was good.I waded out of the water and. There again, the squirts come and my face is drenched in a salty, moist solution and Brewster is dragging her off me and onto his stalk whilst she greedily searches out his lips with hers.‘Please darling, please I want it…I want your cock so much’ she mews, squirming on him. Oblivious to me. Oblivious to the state that I have got her into with my lapping, my wriggling tongue.And you can be face less, you can be left without personhood. This is how deep the obsession becomes. Often times,. He should’ve built a log cabin with his hands and spent his days alone in the misty mountains on the back of a horse just as solid and steady and pensive as he, while his dogs puffed along softly at his side. He should’ve lived in a time less vivid, more black and white. Maybe he would’ve done better back then. Here, he has problems. Here, he can’t get much to agree with him. Here, he often doesn’t quite fit. He’s lost everything, recently. He works three jobs and still can’t afford to live.. We were forever thinking of things to put in our ‘to do’ book. Sometimes we even remembered to write them down. When the sun began to set we decided to go for one last drink, so we slipped into the water of the main pool. It was very warm and comfortable so we waded over to the swim-up-bar and ordered martinis. The first tasted like a second, and we were halfway through that when Mark and Mandy slid on to the stools next to us. “I wondered if we would bump into you” exclaimed Mark as he sat.