In a moment, his fingers had invaded her very wet vagina, massaging, rubbing and circling her slit. Her body responded immediately, twitching with ple...sure.Lisa's eyes opened and looked directly into Marc's. His head moved toward hers, and the two lovers locked in a prolonged and passionate embrace. He moved atop her, spreading her soft, white legs and positioned his thick black baby maker right at the opening to her love chute. Grinding into her, he heard Lisa moan in approval.From his hotel. Just...if you need to..." When does that end?" I said. "When we're married? When we're living across the country from each other?" Never," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be our secret. And it won't be cheating. Is it cheating when you hug me?" No," I said."When you kiss me?" Where?" This is just how we are," she said. "I don't think that's how it normally goes," I said, halfway to sleep."Will your wife ever fuck you like I do?"She might have had a point. A terrible, i****tuous point.... ‘I trust I haven’t missed dinner, then?’ he asked. ‘No, sir,’ Henry answered, ushering the younger man into the hallway. ‘In fact, they were henpecking me as to your whereabouts all afternoon, and simply refused to dine without you.’ ‘Fabulous,’ Gerard muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice. Henry bit back a laugh, knowing full well how much of a handful the women could be. ‘Gerard?’ Mrs. St. Claire’s voice trickled from the dining room. ‘Gerard, dear, is that you?’ Strolling. Our first conversation was great and it seemed like we had even more in common than we’d thought. At one point she asked “so you’re also a naturist?” Seems that she’d had a long history of nude beach visits while living in California and also quite a few beaches in France and sections of Spain recently. We shared stories since I’d been to a famous nude resort, Cap ‘d Agde twice before and also a resort in southern Spain previously. In this conversation or the next I mentioned my experience at.