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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