I also like this one. We are at the beach, if you can't tell by the bathing suits we're wearing. We go to the beach often to show off our great bods. (and our great hair - but that's a given)
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I would like everyone to note where she is placing her hand....my breast.
honestly, i don't know how you made it through this day. (wink) i mean, i know mark is a stud and all and the activities were fantastic but...you know what I mean. good times though, good times.
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