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“That was nice,” I said. He smiled. “My name is Carol.” “Percy, Percy Kinimaka.” “Thank you Percy.” And then…since we knew each other now: “Would you like some of my lunch?” “Do you have enough?” he asked…”We’ll find out…come and sit with me,” and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still life: white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would study us. There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw? There was that word in my mind japanese here with a god at the falls…but I was “screwless.” I looked at him in dismay. “Give me the bottle,” he said and laughed. “I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes,” he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open. “How did you do that?” I exclaimed…”Magic! Don’t you believe in Magic?” I laughed. “But how?…” “I used my thumb,” he said. “That is a very powerful thumb,” I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy. “This is why I come here at this time. For peace.” Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone. “Can I tell you Carol?” I looked at Percy. “I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you.” That word in my head” ‘enchanted’…or ‘enchanting.’ I Hardcore closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said: “I have a confession,” I looked at him questioning, “I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this.” The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched stockings asian his strong legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘cache’ emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…”Surprise!” he exclaimed and we Hairy were both laughing. I hugged him…”Just for moments like this?” And shared the new bottle. Hugging again. I nodded my head in acceptance. I had found at an early age to put up with them but no further. Does she pass muster?” Tony said and lifted my hand, turning me around. "Do you like music?" The purpose of bras was to push tits and give cleavage a provocative look. The owner tells everyone that I will be here for several more hours and to have fun with me. Tony massaged my face stockings and shoulders and Nate massaged my feet and calves. Janis smiled No baby I mean pain for punishment. I tasted the feverish heat of her first orgasm. She wept into my bosom, but I was done weeping. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a japanese little jiggled. A book of Texas state penal law. I'd rewritten his thoughts. My breasts jiggled more as I fucked her, clothes rustling around my body. Lightbulb moment! Five minutes later and I was getting dressed and listening to the doctor telling me what I could expect and what side effects there might be. “Oh yeah, I remember seeing this. “Glad you came, superstar!” Tory says. "I thought that was a twin Hairy thing." “Yeah, it was no biggie. Pleasure rippled through my body. My skirt swirled. It’s a dream come true. These asian forbidden and perverted carnal activities did not stop - they became a daily thing - and through incessantly being fucked by daddy – and also his friends every now and then – I knew I was more of a girl than a boy. Kim wasted time until it was nearly five then she drove home, she’d taken a room at a Holiday Inn Hardcore and had left her overnight bag there.