After a few seconds, she finally spoke, through heavy breathing, Sorry, Jenny, that was just too intense. A chill filled me, I had obviously pleased h...r greatly. Can I get you anything, Mistress? As she began to calm down she requested, Can you get me a glass of water? Of course, Mistress, I replied and went to her kitchen. As I poured her a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave. I smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was in Miss Morgans. She even invited me to meet her mom. But I knew the danger of having a very close relation with the lady in your sexual fantasy. So I slowly started to keep away from her. For that I even started to have the company of the bitches, yes spending a good money. She noticed the change and started to worry if there is anything wrong with me. She tried to discuss it with me several times but I always kept a distance. She knew that something was wrong and there was a pause in our relationship.Then. I pulled myself halfway up to the shore, and found a spot that was exquisite - the gentle waves would move up between my legs and crash against my cunt, in a marvelous caress that both relaxed and aroused me. I pulled off my top, and enjoyed the feeling of having the warm sun caress my breasts as the breeze played across my nipples. If only my husband was here, I thought. A nice shag to complement the arousal of the waves would be perfect! I put that thought aside, and climbed out to my blanket. Ann was wearing a very nice gown that was just as elegant as hers, but was a little less revealing. With Ann’s slightly larger build, she required more support for her breasts. Still, she presented an impressive cleavage that seemed to draw Jim’s attention with great regularity. Looking at the bun, she wondered how long her hair was. She glanced over at her husband and remembered his comment about when she had cut her hair.Once the guests had been settled into their chairs, Jim asked, “Would.