All those enormous explosions exhausted me. Until then I had maybe one or two occasions - during a very wet day in an early Spring break we'd spent in...France, is one I remember well for making lovely sweet love six or seven times ... in all day - when I came so often! I was glad for the heat early afternoon - Siesta time - I dozed off almost immediately, when we laid down in the shadow of the tree in our garden. I must have fallen into the arms of Morpheus with my hand cupping my Mount Venus. He quickly scurried with just his towel to the nude beach, however he tried to find an area away from the house, so his parents wouldn't see what this little perv was up to.He tried to talk to the local girls, but his command of French, general demeanor and obvious lack of nude beach experience meant all he got was some stifled Google's from hot, bronzed tipless french ladies.He did spark up an interesting conversation from an elderly couple who were visiting from England. They owned a small. His cock (would I have used a word like that back then?) he pressed against my opened outer lips, stroking them up and down with its tip. More juices. He let it rest against my openness allowing me the sensation of its heat and its strength. How did it feel? Exciting? Frightening. Tempting? Very tempting. Ever so gently he allowed it to force those lips to open me a little further. Then he just stayed there holding me open with himself. There was no doubt I was very excited to feel him against. Monday after my man left for work and once I was home from dropping our daughter off at crèche, I had a relaxing hot bath and then after getting out I wore my gown while I waited for Kyla to arrive. She arrived before 10h00 and we greeted each other with a hug. She then set up in the lounge once again. I was first to hop on the massage bed and while laying down on my belly Kyla started massaging my neck and shoulders slowly making her way down my back and to my ass. We chatted while she.