15:00
I was sitting
cross legged on a coconut trunk laid down horizontally at a degree of ten
degree jutting out to the sea like a cannon on the fortress walls. I was still
not dressed adequately although I still have my G-String on' it was only the
string and minus the cup as that was not designed for G-Shock. Something that Z
may had forgotten in this current age category. Honey was kind to loaned me a
coconut leaf to cover myself, while she figure out which of her attire would
fit me. When she bent over to rummage her bags, I almost fell off the coconut
trunk from the recoil.
No, there was no
one shooting but my shotgun went up into a double barrel size. If anyone had
seen the sight I saw, they are bound to be treated with hypertension; I mean
acute hypertension. Thankfully I had a safety vial; it was named the seepage
valve.
"Aargh!"
I should had checked the leaves for unnamed creatures that crawled on six legs
and have a curious antenna for unusual moisture. I almost 'fell off the rail'
then as I punched the life out of the red ant but it had left its mark on me.
If its was a blow job, then I was truly overblown. I had to excused myself as I
made myself walked to the sea again; sat myself there with the leaves above my
head. I did keep an eye out for barracuda in case they mistaken that for a red
lobster.
"Jon, I found
something which you can fit." I looked up at Honey holding the flimsy attire
held in her hand. "Its the widest I have; I got it cheap at the Vicious
Secrets sales."
Beggars cannot be choosy. I had my ego smoothen down when I grabbed the
lingerie offered. It was a teddy but I felt silly with front portion flapping
in front of me. I may be a 34BB but this one was designed for a 38DD.
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