We started initially to make our way back down seriously to the beach. Halfway there, Carol said, “Hang for a sec, i am busting for the pee.” She squatted down and Tim and I also viewed being a dense blast of yellow piss spurted from her pee-hole on the ground.
I asked if I could join them, and Carol said, “Of course, sweety,” and I moved my towel next to theirs when we got back to our spot on the beach. Carol lay on her straight straight back, her hands thrown right straight back, her feet distribute boldly aside. Continue reading ““No, many thanks,” we said, and viewed Carol, whom grinned wickedly at me personally.”