Rachael pressed back against the pressure of his hands. ‘My God’ she thought, ‘He’s going to push a finger up me…and I’m going to let him�...�. She shuddered with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. The movement of his hands paused, the outside of his thumbs just at the side of her most private place of all. With firm pressure she felt herself being spread, aware that she was completely exposed to his gaze. His hands started to move downward, maintaining the separation as they went. Rachael. I'm going to tell her you're the best piece of- the most passionate woman I've ever met." And I'll tell her you're a vulgar beast. What you're talking about is incest." Okay. There are two options. First, we stood each other up. Second, we tell her we're an item and no others need apply. Incest is best, yes?" No. Mark, please. You're a handsome guy. You can get lots of girls. You don't need to hit on me." You're a beautiful woman, Sandra. I want you." And stop calling me Sandra. Call me Mother.. He reasonedout his feelings by saying that she had been lucky to have been whelped inthe West. . In most Third World country she would have had been raped and set to workas a prostitute as soon as she had a observable tits. Or, in Muslim countriestaken to prison and whipped. To study her eventual descent into the gutterwould be of the great interest and give him a great satisfaction. He had oftenwatch the two of them used their not insubstantial sexual powers, on the punterssaying at all sorts. We thought that this might look odd when he wore his soccer shorts so that night I made him buy some tight white speedos to wear the next day.Alan had hired a car to take the three of us out to some of the more remote beaches and we settled at one which turned out to be quiet and nudist. Alan seemed delighted as he was well used to nude sunbathing but Len and I were not so sure. We walked right along the beach until we were well away from everyone else at the back of the beach. Alan stripped.