Instantly my middle fingertip played it lightly and made it surge even more.Oh, yes. Felt so good. I buried my face in my left forearm and smelled the...day’s sun lotion and sea salt.My feet were about shoulder width, maybe. After a few minutes I was definitely missing the next phase, being able to open wide. I spread my thighs as much as I dared, which I hoped wasn’t a lot. Because of the slope of the tidal zone, it might have been possible for someone nearer to the water to see what was going. He opened his eyes and looked at Valeria. Obviously, he’d awakened her.They’d had a light breakfast just after they left Sacramento. Valeria had some yogurt and fruit, before she’d collapsed into a deep sleep. Now she was staring up at him from under thick wool blankets, her seat fully reclined next to him. Her dark eyes were luminous with unshed tears.His throat was tight. He squeezed her hand in return. Somehow it felt right holding her hand.She sighed and closed her eyes. She didn’t let. She had never spent this much money shopping for herself in her life and she knew they were just beginning.The next stop was a store which was very popular with teenage girls. Lisa forced Mary to try on and model for her and a young salesgirl several skirts, blouses, dresses and sweaters. She spent over $400.00 on clothing which was respectable for a teenage girl but slightly out of place for a middle aged school teacher. "This will all go along with your new 'younger' image Mrs. C." Mary knew. Her pillowy breasts pressed against my own through her yukata. My hands found her leg beneath the short robe's hem, sliding up beneath to her pussy.“God-Queen!” she squeaked, finally breaking our kiss. “I'm only his. No one else may touch me.”“And I am your Goddess,” I purred, sucking on her ear, my hand sliding up into her warmth.“No, no!” she protested as I stroked her pussy. She shuddered, her flesh hot, growing damp at my touch. “This isn't right.”“Yes, it is,” I purred. “Submit to me. I'll.