the Santa Anna winds were blowing strange things were to happen my towel was lifting lightly in the wind my hands still had the remnants of suntan oil on them my hair was wafting up and down in the cool breeze the sand was hot , very hot I looked around I was in a deserted cove behind the main beach something made me look up my Ray Bans were glued to my face there she was a girl a young girl she was walking gently out of the surf she had a small , thin black bikini on her virgin body I looked for her spot on the beach there wasn't one I looked in her direction again she was walking towards me she stood next to me and did not speak she straddled my legs and kissed me gently my speedo was easy for her to remove I was naked the cool breeze on my manhood turned me on I undid her top and pulled off her bikini bottom her breasts tasted like milk in my mouth my hands moved lower to her love patch it was soft and smooth and inviting she looked me in the eye as I rose to enter her... I woke in the clinic with severe sunstroke , do dreams get better when you are sick ???
Reason for writing:
Emily
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