Four or five hundreds yards." The wind's blowing in." There's probably an undertow. The waves come in high, the water goes back out low." You got a be...tter plan?" Let's get rested, OK?" OK. In the meantime, watch for boats."Of course, there were no boats. No one wanted to risk going on the water with the skies still dark. So after waiting fifteen or twenty minutes, we headed carefully toward the shore.I'm not going to tell you it was easy or a sure thing, because it wasn't. We were fortunate not. My left hand, extended beneath Liz's neck, rested on Doreen's tummy. I was sure I felt a little twitch under my hand. Baby came to greet me. Rhonda was behind Samantha with her arm over the two of us. Jen, Courtney, and Elaine were as close to my head as they could get. Whitney hugged my right leg with an arm over both Rose and me. I wondered how the heck I was going to sleep with Cassie, Mary, and Angela when they were with me, too.I started to move but Liz kissed my cheek and pressed against. A.-paper 'Sexual Anthropology' in timeSUSAN'S STEPS into voluntary SEXUAL SLAVERY at Mentor Master PETER PE is a long story to tellSUSAN'S STORY is not new -- we are back in first half of the eighties -- at his old wood-port quartersSUSAN'S STORY in her words is written well worded, but it lacks proper paragraphing for liveliness"SUSAN'S STORY needs an Experienced Editor" I state in my comment under first part I read of herSUSAN'S STORY may need a couple of dozen well written intimate. They showed me to a chair while they went and changed into variouslingerie styles, none of which covered anything remotely like might havedone and left nothing to the imagination. I selected the sheerest andflimsiest outfit, in black lace, as well as some super sexy stockings tocompliment the ultra sexy and feminine three-piece. I bought some morerobust items too, something more demure but playful for daytime wear. Ibought a couple of fishnet body stockings too, for another night, I wantedto.