I walked behind her, noticing the way her ass and hips looked in her bikini. She poured a glass of iced tea and stood in front of the fridge with the ...oor open, slowly drinking it down. The cold air made her nipples stick out against the fabric of her top and I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail with long wisps sticking to her neck. There was a faint sheen of persperation covering her tan stomach and she had her hip sticking out. As with the two earlier arrivals, Julia and Beatrice, they had decided to undress at home and parade through the village barefoot and swimsuit clad. They had collected an enthusiastic retinue along the way. Particularly vociferous, if crudely expressed, appreciation was voiced regarding the two thong clad ladies as their fine young bottoms rolled from side to side in sweet co-ordination with the walking motion of their long well-muscled and shapely legs. Mrs Jenkinson, who was anxious to get. Where I would lock the door, and masturbate like crazy. I did not know, or realize that I had a bad problem, As you well know by now, my knowledge of sex and sexual pleasure was learned incorrectly and I thought all women fought the same desires that I fought. To be honest I was not fighting those desires as I knew I should. In fact I was loosing all my battles to my desires it seemed like daily. I was always horny, always turned on, and always wanting to feel another climax. My pussy was wet. Some twenty year olds, with perfect white skin and ample cleavage, remove their bras and their tits turn to bags of skin that point to the floor. Meanwhile, women in their mid forties disrobe, and their enormous funbags point straight at you, and I am not talking about fake tits because I hate fake tits too. Some women; young and old; magically have the ability to have nipples that point forward, instead of at the floor. That's what it is all about for me.Maybe I have high standards. The first.