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I love being **
We were thirteen and it was our beach week. I took a friend with me that year. One evening, it was really nice, we got permission to go walk on the beach, but not further than the blue house so we were in sight. Why that day, on that empty beach two thirteen year old girls decided to take off their tops and walk ** down the beach is a mystery to me. In any event we did it. It was the best feeling in the world. I suppose that is the day that I hated bras, and tops of any kind that bind. I love walking down the beach in the evening **, I don't care who sees me.
Why only in the evening?
I force my wife to go ** in our house and a few times on secluded beaches
I like showing off my big bush as well
Mmm were is this beach I might cu their.