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I climbed up…showing him my bottom again…why was I always displaying myself to him? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my footing and then sat on my blanket. “That was nice,” I said. He smiled. “My name is Carol.” “Percy, Percy Kinimaka.” “Thank you Percy.” And then…since we knew each other now: “Would you like some of my lunch?” “Do you have enough?” he asked…”We’ll find out…come and sit with me,” and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still life: white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would study us. There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was “screwless.” I looked at him in dismay. “Give me the bottle,” he said and laughed. “I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes,” he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now Hardcore open. “How did you do that?” I exclaimed…”Magic! Don’t you believe in Magic?” I laughed. “But how?…” “I used my thumb,” outdoor he said. “That is a very powerful thumb,” I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy. “This is why I come here at this time. For peace.” Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The interracial wine was almost gone. “Can I tell you Carol?” I looked at Percy. “I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you.” That word in my head” ‘enchanted’…or ‘enchanting.’ I closed my anal eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said: “I have a confession,” I looked at him questioning, “I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this.” The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘cache’ emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…”Surprise!” he exclaimed and we Brunette were both laughing. I hugged him…”Just for moments like this?” And shared the new bottle. Hugging again. His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. “We're just here to reward you for all you've done, President McTaggart!” the head cheerleader said. “Babe with those tits swinging around I’m sure he’ll be putty in your hands.” The furthest toilet flushed, and whoever had entered opened their door and headed straight out of the toilet. I felt more naked with that on that I did with nothing, but Mistress Gloria said “Wear it!” so I did. "Military? Cameron seemed to need a break as instead of doing anything else he took out a cigarette and a lighter. "My husband to be also suggested the same thing not long ago. She grabbed his cock, pressing it against her vulva while looking outdoor at her son, then raised her waist a little. She didn’t say anything after that but I could see her thinking about it every time I looked at her all night. But of course, that was the idea. Now I'm starting to feel like a slut but I didn't say anything. Jose' was enjoying the show, watching how much the white mare was enjoying American Native cocks, he was so proud to be one of them, and he was wondering if Jeff would be as keen on his Native cock as his wife was. My hands sprang up to her titties. “You’re going to love this baby Hardcore girl.” With me?” “Of course she does,” whimpered Jocelin. “Shauna, I want you to get security and escort our ex-maintenance man off the premise. My stomach lurches. She looks up at me, lust fills her eyes, we don't have to say a word, we know what interracial each of us want, we equally need to please each other. I was too ashamed to say anything. I fought a groan, my heart laboring. Lick it Amy... She squeezed them. She told me you like to get stoned and tell her secrets about our love life and anal that occasionally she fantasized about me. I told her the same then asked her to bed.” We need to stop.” I choked out, closing my eyes to distract from the lustful Brunette scene before me. Her full breasts were thrust forward against her tank top.