" Had her phone number already written out for you," Mom nodded. "That definitely qualifies as premeditated." Were things that different went you were...in school I would've thought that a girl who carries around copies of her phone number, who walks around and dispenses them would have always been known as a. as a . " A slut" Mom inquired. She snorted. "I never meant to imply that she wasn't a slut! What's her name?" How should I know" I held the paper up. "The saddest sight in all the world: a. Performance art. The beach was for us. Us? Yes I was a nudist. I'd known it the second I'd stepped outside the day before. Mom wasn't ready to concede the same thing out loud but we both knew she was too. And as we spent that first day together on the beach she couldn't hide it.She strode proudly down the beach as I led her, almost prancing as she brazenly displayed herself to the watching crowd.I'd fucked my mother the night before! Repeatedly. And every single person we passed on the beach. Taking another sighting to make sure, I rip the card from the top of the sundial and trot around the lake. The heat is even more oppressive here somehow, but I'm buoyed by the thought of finding Karen, and stroll out across the gap between myself and the clearing, finding myself whistling as I walk.I close the distance slowly, the low reflection from the lake water becoming painful behind my eyes as my angle to it changes, and I hold my hand in front of my eyes, like the brow of a hat, to. He pulled the garment down over his legs to free his bulging prick. Using his knees to move Jenna’s legs even farther apart, he slid his fingers along her already-juicy slit until he could insert two fingers into her clutching cunt. With his other hand, he parted her inflamed folds to reveal her hooded little clit. As he continued to hold her lips apart, he leaned close and stroked across her clit with his tongue, sending shivers through her body. His finger sank deep into her pussyhole as he.