" I don't know why either, Nina," I said, secretly thrilled at her words, "It just does."After a leisurely meander down the seashore, walking along sp...lashing our feet in the surf like a couple of carefree children, we arrived. The Sand Dunes were now only a short distance up from the waters edge.Walking up from the waters edge through the warm sand, we selected a sand pit with a deep hollow depression. Once we sat down in the sand, we were completely hidden from passersby—in our own cozy little. Both Pam and Becky were naked and like me, they too were shaved. I could see two slits as they walked towards me and watched as there breasts bounced and jiggled as they walked... And I could see that they both had rings hanging from each of their pussy lips. And like Pam, Becky also had rings through her nipples now. Pam brought Becky over to where I was, and told her to assume position one. I watched as Becky put her hands behind her head, and spread her legs wide apart and pushed her. The other side of the first floor was dedicated to making knit golf shirts. It was the same, with large rolls of material and rows of seamstresses. There were not as many barrels for seconds in this area but there were still some.Upstairs one side was dedicated to screen printing T-shirts. This area had horrible fumes everywhere. The place really needed better ventilation. It was not well lit here either.The other side upstairs was where the embroidery was done. There were probably fifty women. He was kneeling exactly where one of the shooters had stood the slight depressions the blasts made with each turn of a Gatling barrel where clearly visible. She said. “Weeks of rain almost obliterated any evidence, any traces and clues and yet you find something. Now I believe everything they say about you, Mr. Decker. I am humbled!”He smiled at her. “Call me Phil, Celyciia. I never liked this hero worship stuff and special attention. I am just a cop, always have been and as long as I can.