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Michelle was in her favorite position. Or one of them anyway. On her back. It wasn’t so much the angle of her body as the way she could see out through the open doors, out over the bricked patio. With her head propped up she could see their stretch of private beach and the big blue inflatable whale Martin had bought her last weekend. Marty was walking out of the surf toward the whale. It looked like he was going to kick it. Michelle made a bet with herself that he wouldn’t. He was a good hundred yards away, the sun doing nice things to his blond, shoulder-length hair. She watched him advance on the inflatable beach toy. He kicked it high in the air.
“Shit,” Michelle breathed, letting out a lungful of smoke. She put the small, brass hash pipe to her lips and toked again. What a lazy day. Being on her back, getting stoned. She wanted to take off her panties but was too comfortable to move a single muscle. The skimpy, almost transparent things were all she had on. She let out her second lungful of smoke and put the pipe on the floor beside the chaise lounge. Marty was almost to the patio. She squinted through the haze of blue smoke and sun at the tightness of his trunks. He had such a nice cock. But sometimes she wondered what it would be like if he had never been circumcised. Michelle waved at him.
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