Handing it to him, she smiled, "You're easy to draw. Hope you like it."Art stared in awe at the sketch, wondering how someone so young could have so m...ch talent. "This is perfect. I'm going to frame it. Thank you."As soon as Art left, Hope stretched out on the couch, the mental fatigue from the tension having drained her energy. In minutes, she was soundly asleep.As Art stepped into the hallway, he wasn't sure where he would find Sandra and Bobby, but decided to check the game room first in. There was no other vehicles around it. The parking lot was well lit with the big lights on poles, but you could not see into the truck standing on the ground. The main thing was that it had one of those cabin like things at the rear of its cab. We parked close enough to see the driver when they came back from the restroom, but not close enough so they could get our tag number or whatever. (I think my husband is somewhat a paranoid) In a few minutes a young man approached the truck. He was. My favorite risky place is and always will be on a beach. I use to be much more discreet about it by going up into the dunes or at least building some type of screen around us such as towels, coolers, chairs, and the like. Now it is usually fully out in the open where everyone can see me. I love the public exposure.My most recent beach experience started on a fairly crowded beach. We noticed a a group of young guys had set up a tent canopy and was grilling as everyone was drinking heavily from. You groan deeply before slamming your cock all the way into me in one long hard stroke. Your large hands grab my hips lifting them high into the air and pulling me tightly to you before you flip me over onto my stomach with your cock still buried deeply inside of me. You pull me back towards you so that I’m resting on my knees, my face buried in the pillows, with my ass high in the air. You run your nails roughly down the smooth pale skin of my ass leaving angry red marks across my tender skin..
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