the fine sand.
Fumie Nakajima had a lovely figure, with breasts large enough to sway
erotically as
Fumie Nakajima struggled with the uncooperative contraption. Jeff
walked towards her, approaching
Fumie Nakajima's from the side of her blanket. Still
thirty feet away
Fumie Nakajima turned her back on Jeff and bent over to pick up the
umbrella again, exposing
Fumie Nakajima's nicely shaped behind and the wonderful shape
of
Fumie Nakajima's pussy. Her creamy white skin seemed out of place here, until Jeff
noticed the reddish-orange hair under the wide brim of
Fumie Nakajima's hat. Jeff
slowed and waited until
Fumie Nakajima stood again and turned her profile to him.
"Need a hand?", Jeff asked politely. The woman turned, and Jeff felt
his heart jump.
Fumie Nakajima's face was a lovely and delicate as the rest of her.
"Um, well, yes, I could use some help.",
Fumie Nakajima said, glancing over
Jeff took the umbrella from
Fumie Nakajima's hands, and looked at the base. It was
squared off, not pointed.
"We'll have to dig a small hole in the sand for it.", He said matter
of factly. "There's no point for it to dig in."
"I was trying to avoid that.", the redhead said glumly.
Jeff knelt in the sand and began scooping handfuls aside until he
found the damp, packed sand underneath. He scooped out several handfuls
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