Браслет "TWO.TONED", арт. 5589

Doesn't smell so good, but it'll help your sunburn. Your nose looks like a cherry tomato." He accepted the blue two-toned plastic jar, wondering again why in hell with those hot tits she had to be his daughter, and twisted the cap. A sound of yokes, not the water this time, alerted him to the fact that they were not alone. In the far distance, he could see two, three, or was it four figures rowing in a boat in their direction. He raised his hand to shade his eyes from the glow of the fire. Sally noticed his sudden watchfulness. "What is it?" she asked. "Your prayers are answered, my sweet. We have company." With mixed relief and fear at the sudden intrusion, Sally joined him in his vigilance. Suddenly stories of campers in the swamps, grizzly alligator hunters with knives, and bodies dumped into the bayous reeled through her mind. Impetuously, she grabbed her father's arm and held tight, a tit pressing into him. "Come on, honey, nothing to worry about. It's just a bunch of people like us trying to get away from the crowded campsites." Brad drained his wine and threw the paper cup in the small garbage pile accumulating near their camper. "Hey!" boomed a voice from the rapidly approaching boat. "Want some company?" The voice was less muffled with each approaching slap of the oars, hardly leaving time for consideration, not to mention choice ...»