They looked back at me then, the succubus with her mouth agape and her violet eyes burning, the nymph biting her lip demurely, her brows furrowed in a... expression of complete surrender. A duality of lusts, of lechery and vulnerability, of one who would devour me like a meal, and the other who would open herself to be conquered.“Please Zander…” The nymph whispered. “…fuck me.” The succubus finished. I did. I pulled back, and surged forward again, and again, and again; smashing my crotch against. We greeted each other. She came up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged her tight, and she said, “Do I get my panty back?”I said, “Love, it’s wet with my cum.” She said, “You dirty guy,” and kissed my neck and moved away. Our plan was to do some water sports and also get into one of those hot air balloons. But before that, we wanted to taste the ocean on our bodies. We all took off our clothes and stripped to our underwear.We all had got into the water, but I could not see Sheetal anywhere. All of. There was a week-long retreat and we just hit it off, I guess. Our relationship developed pretty fast but we knew it was a good one and here we are.”“What denomination are you associated with?” was my next question.He took a sip of the fine whiskey and eulogized, “We are non-denominational. Our precepts and principles transcend even the fine ones of traditional Christianity and include some practices that preceded it. Many of those were lost in the wave of change that drastically modified. They felt like soft rose petals .Now she began to move her hand all over my chest and i began to press her breast from outside only. She was about to put her hands inside my pants but “oh shit” there was a knock at the door and we parted away .We wrapped ourselves and and opened the door and acted as if nothing happened there. After going out we exchanged numbers.And promised to continue the foreplay. Next day evening i called her and told her to be ready and come near her house. I am going to.