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Anita combined the very best of both worlds; she
had large, over-ripe melons and long, slender legs. She
was a sultry girl a year older than Morgan and I, with
shoulder-length, brunette hair, flashing green eyes,
pouty lips, and those aforementioned much-admired
breasts and legs. The two of us wasted no time in trying
to indoctrinate the busty, leggy Latina into our lusty
world, with Friday night finding all three of us sharing
a blanket on a secluded section of the twilight beach.
Anita
was barely wearing a lime-green bikini with a thong
bottom, her gigantic jugs straining the thin fabric of
her top to the breaking point. Morgan and I were
similarly clad, finally getting into the flimsy beach
apparel that had first touched off our passion upon
arrival at the resort. We quickly shed our swimwear,
however, when Anita confessed that she had caught us
savaging each other in our hot tub and wanted to join in
on our recreational activities.
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