"Oh, boy. You're in trouble. You're in big big trouble," I sighed to myself as I watched Femella emerge from the sea.

The water dripping from her hair down to her neck to the crevice on her chest down even further to her flat stomach and to her legs that seemed to extend for miles creates a magnificent golden streaks of light reflected by the sun which is surprisingly on a low mood today.

She parted the wet hair on her face and adjusted her bikini string.

My sinful eyes followed her every movement. Damn, the woman is really such a nice feast on the eyes. Creamy and flawless skin,...