A chance to recharge my batteries, so to speak. I arrived at the cabin late on Sunday night (the week before I am starting to write this down). The two bedroom, with a small kitchen and adjoining living room, cottage is nothing fancy, but neither is it in bad shape. The furniture, as well as appliances and cabinets in the kitchen, are somewhat outdated, but everything still turned out to be working just fine. It had been years since I last spent time there. As they had told me when I visited them, my mother and father had been there almost the entire month of May. Judging by how tidy everything was, with barely any dust anywhere, it was evident that it had been cleaned thoroughly before they left. What it perhaps could be deemed to be lacking in decor, the cottage makes up for (and then some) in terms mature of location. On the other side of a short ridge, there is a sandy beach. A speck of other summer houses constitutes the neighbors, but there is also a popular camping site nearby. I made myself a late snack of a couple of sandwiches and some soda that I had purchased at a gas station along the way, and lay down in the sofa to watch the match between Brazil and Switzerland on the fairly small flat screen television that my father has bought for the cabin. At least I figure that a 32-inch screen is considered small nowadays. Although I prefer American football, especially after having lived in the US for some time, I used to play European football (i.e. soccer) in my youth and it being the world cup, held once every fourth year, helped spark my interest once again. The match was nothing in particular though, ending 1-1, with Brazil failing (in all honesty) to get the W. Rather tired I went to bed in the master bedroom, if it could be called that, consisting of a large king-sized bed, matching bedside tables in oak on either side of the bed and a closet. I woke up later than expected, having set no alarm, and what ought to have been breakfast became lunch, or rather: brunch. Having no plans made up, whatsoever, which in itself was part of the overall plan for my stay there, I went to the beach. There were a lot of vacationing families there, with the beach and its long wooden jetty as well as diving platform further out in the water, being the go-to destination when the sun was out. Today, however, the sun was only partially out, with thick white clouds hiding it most of the time. Situated on a towel a bit further up a sandy dune, so as to not be in the thick of all the families with their kids running around and fathers as well as mothers trying to keep up, and keep an eye out, I soon found myself being somewhat chilled. It wasn’t as warm out as could be expected. Checking my phone, the weather station said that the local temperature would be about 70 degrees Fahrenheit. With it being rather windy, and the sun only shining for a few moments at a time, I put my t-shirt back on. Maybe I wasn’t as warm-blooded as everyone else. Though seeing young girls run around in bikinis did inevitably cause a flow of blood to a certain part of my body. I admired them and their lithe young bodies from behind my sunshades. Moving about most probably helped keep them warm. Teenage girls had become my favorites. Although, as my fantasies had become more controversial as time went on, I now found myself being aroused by, and from fantasies of, even younger lasses. Yes, preteen girls. At this point I ought to point out that I was, and had been for some time, rather sexually frustrated – I was acutely aware of it myself, and unable to deny it. It had been quite some time, more than two years in all honesty, since I had been with anyone. I had not had intercourse since my last girlfriend – a relationship which lasted only a couple of months. She had become to find me uninteresting, and dull I suspect. She had indian started dating me shortly after I first came over to work in the states, and at that time I had been in better shape. Having become complacent and having an ever-eroding discipline towards fast food (which Big Tits was just so much more accessible than I had been used to coming over from Sweden), I had let myself go – and I knew it. “Ok, this is what happened. everything went deathly quiet... The film was over, I would leave her as she was. Tiffany nodded. “F that,” I Big Tits muttered to myself as I mature capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lipstick. Then, I had no idea how things would spiral out of control, real soon. “Maybe in the Maples, Ranger. She then said: She could feel his cock throb deep in her throat and her pussy was already creaming wet. If anyone asks you who did it, your only indian answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If anyone asks what happened over the weekend, your only answer is ‘I don’t know.’ They ask about the police in the school, where May Stevens and Phil Love are, or even where you were, your answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If you fail to keep this information private, we will find out and there will be severe consequences.” I squeezed my eyes shut. She sucked with hunger, working her mouth up and down my cock. I set the motor going with going over the ‘egg’ and hanging above the bottom part of the ‘T’.