o-1968:Alessa thought to herself as she waded into the surf, “That girl, Laia, said she knew w
o-1968:Alessa thought to herself as she waded into the surf, “That girl, Laia, said she knew who Anna was. I slipped up and said that I sort of know her. I didn’t say that I watched her being branded with her boyfriend’s initials just above her sex.” The memory of that flustered Alessa, and brought back memories of the week she had spent at Roissy. “At least Sutton didn’t ask me to be branded.” But Alessa thought about the ring with the Roissy crest that she wore on her hand, and the ring that pierced her labia signifying that she had been to Roissy. At that she pulled open her bikini bottom and let the water wash away sand that had crept into her while sitting on the beach. And cool her now hot sex. But what Alessa hadn’t counted on was the fact that when wet her suit was almost transparent. The ring in her labia was instantly visible to the most casual glance. And, as fate would have it, a man nearby noticed. His eyes went from Alessa’s crotch to her hand. He approached and said, “Hello. May I examine the ring on your finger. I believe I know what it signifies.” -- source link
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