There is always another train Part Four Sunday
SundayIt was late when we woke on Sunday. Sun flooded into the room as I pulled back the curtains.Chantel was staring at me, resting her head on her hand.“Good morning baby. Well after all that exertion, we need some R and R. I know just the place. The beach,” she enthused.We showered, and I went to put my costume on under my clothes, I always hated changing on the beach.“No panties… remember?” she stated.“But it’s a costume…” I replied.“No panties… I want access to you at all times.”I relented...
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