I'd never tasted this before, and I found it intoxicating.I very gently licked her pussy, marveling at her wetness and the long moans that were coming...from her. She groaned loudest as I eased a finger into her very swollen pussy. Gently moving it inside her as I worked on her clit, I slowly urged her to orgasm. She didn't want to cum, she had been ordered not to.She pushed my head away from her cunt, but I looked up at her saying, "I want you to cum for me Jean. I want to taste you as you. Iguess" she stammered, rubbing at one arm. "I am supposed to be yourdate or whatever, after all." Yep, and speaking of dates, how do you feel about getting outta hereand going to dinner?" I inquired."Sounds great to me," Becka answered eagerly, although, that eagernesswas probably more related to getting away from the park than anythingelse.As the two of us turned to go, Anya called out, "Have fun!"It was a simple sentiment, but it engendered complex responses. Beckashuddered slightly,. I am naked, floundering with a heavy, wet monstrosity over my head. Those nearby are either laughing or cheering.Finally, someone comes to help, not to replace my towel, but to undo my zip. Having been so kind, he then picks up my towel, and I am aware that he has thrown it away, so that now that I am finally free of the wetsuit, I must retrieve the towel, naked, and still entertaining the appreciative crowd.I love wetsuits!The other experience was a few years back, on a cruise ship on the. His blonde mustache was well trimmed and extended slightly beyond the corners of his mouth. On his lips was a nervous smile.“Good evening, Nancy.” he greeted her. His voice had a baritone firmness that mine lacked.“Good evening, Peter,” she replied.I couldn't tell if she was aroused, but she was happy to see him. It was a slightly nervous happy.“You look beautiful,” he went on, standing in the doorway.“Thank you,” she replied, with a nervous nod. “Thank you, and you look nice, too.”There was an.