Not a word was spoken as Rose gripped my wrist and guided my fingers to where she wanted them. She gasped and moved her mouth from against my lips to ...ibble my earlobe. “Rub my clit,” she said. “Make me come.” My fingers were moving over her most private flesh but they felt like those of a teenage boy getting to second base for the first time. What to rub and how? I was surprised that I couldn’t really distinguish the details of her pussy. My fingers slipped around Rose’s greasy gash and it. .. which was perfectly fine, he could come and go as he wished, but odd because he usually stayed around the house since he liked to be a nudist most of the time, and he also didn’t know a lot of other people in the area besides his housemates. Kerri said she had seen him working in the back yard that a few hours earlier, and thought maybe he’d taken the stairs down to the beach at some point.Kerri was right about that ... after finishing his work, Matt had slipped on some shorts and gone down. This too in its turn faded, to be replaced by dancing throngs of gyrating fools prancing around a golden calf.Finally a place of refuge appeared and Giza's dry, golden sands surrounded it. Claudie's tormented soul rushed through the hot winds towards the sanctuary of the giant geometric shape. She entered and scoured the ancient passages searching, always searching. When she found it - the beauty was breathtaking, she gulped in the sumptuous surroundings and marvelled at contents of the tomb.. He ignored her reproach and turned to the older gentleman who had risen from his seat at his side."Mr. Jennings," he bowed his head, "how do you do?"He walked over to the other side of the table where the two women sat. One, older and plump, but with a kind face. "Mrs. Jennings, what a pleasure." The other... Marlowe blinked rapidly as she stood, carrying with her the scent of jasmine and orange perfumes he had not thought of since he had been under the Spanish sun. Had she worn that scent at.