...he tossed me off under the covers. (They also give you packs of mayo that make for sweet under the blanket handjob action). Jake kept telling me that the trip wasn't exactly free.
After an hour in the sun, some of the (many) treats we'd purchased on the car ride out, especially the chocolately ones, had gotten gooey. Rather than having to squirt it out of the wrapper like toothpaste, Grant decided to chill that motherfucker out in the ocean to return it to a more solid state. (Mmmmmmm....delicious Fastbreak).
We got into town, parked the car and walked over to the closed club. Minutes later, true to her word, Tymber showed up right on time. We all headed back to the car, and decided, despite the threatening clouds, to head to the beach and take a swim. I dropped Tymber and Grant off at the beach across the street from our resort and went to park the car. By the time I made it back to the beach, it had began raining and I showed up just in time to catch...
Where we proceeded to throw down group beach coldlamps, awww yeah. Check out all the rocks on the beach. The waves there made the craziest sound. Each time the water washed out back towards to ocean, it would drag all of the smaller rocks across the larger rocks on the bottom and make this bizarre, underwater rumbling noise. After a quick swim, we laid down to dry off in the sun and were all quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water.
Grant reading. Oh, and see those sunglasses he's wearing (which were borrowed from Tara)? Say goodbye to them, because it's the last time you'll ever see 'em! Shortly after this pic was taken, Grant accidentally threw the frisbee into the water and when he went in to retrieve it, he got utterly clobbered by a giant wave....and he lost both the frisbee and the glasses for good. Nice going....JERK!
Immediately afterwards, Grant decided to run into the water to "take a swim" (a.k.a - hide the big, beach boner he popped in his tight, little Euro-swimtrunks he got from STARING at Sarah's titties.)
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