<font color=plum>No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry her eyes from his perfection. After a long while of him remaining motionless she realizes he had fallen asleep and she in turn stands, it was time for her to clean up. It wasn't that she was embarassed, they shared heated moments. But she didn't want him having any form of satisfaction over her. She slowly strips the torn jeans from slender legs, bra and panties tossed with them. Bronzed figure slowly steps into the heated bubbles of the spring. She kept her back to him as she went under, head tilted back to keep the hair from her face</font> -- The Trip

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Date Posted: 17:29:35 10/08/01 Mon
Author: Meesha
Subject: No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry her eyes from his perfection. After a long while of him remaining motionless she realizes he had fallen asleep and she in turn stands, it was time for her to clean up. It wasn't that she was embarassed, they shared heated moments. But she didn't want him having any form of satisfaction over her. She slowly strips the torn jeans from slender legs, bra and panties tossed with them. Bronzed figure slowly steps into the heated bubbles of the spring. She kept her back to him as she went under, head tilted back to keep the hair from her face
In reply to: Req 's message, "( After throughly washing with sand and stones to remove the salt he stands . . the water lapping mid-chest . . . water streaming over muscled shoulders . . shaking the water from bleached tresses. . . lithely grabbing his jet boxers he pulls them in and rinses them and rings them out . . . hauling himself from the water he attempts to sheen the water off . . as it fails he shrugs as he sets his boxers up to dry . . . the sun was low but still enough glowing rays to dry . . . settling himself face down in the lush, fertile emerald grasses to dry . . . streaky blonde tresses to powerful shoulders and muscled back curving and tapering to firm buttocks branching sculpted thighs and legs . . . . heavy dark lashes weigh down his lids and he begins to fade off in the glowing bathing of the lapping rays )" on 17:19:43 10/08/01 Mon

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