One yelled out asking if I was headed to the shop to spy on them? I said nope, just going to water my plants and by the time i got to the shop door th...re were 2 women in towels behind me wanting to see. So i let them in and the moment the door shut they lost the towels and told me they were nudists and I hope it didn't make me uncomfortable. I assured them it was fine as i enjoyed the view At which they laughed and we started the tour. After which one asked how good it was? I smirked and said. The small talk followed. Stilted at first. Chatting about this and that and a bit of the other. It was late afternoon when they met and as time passed they became more comfortable in each other’s company. Both on business, both alone, both bored, both married, both partners sexually disinclined. Artificial formal conversation turned to relaxed smiles and laughter. Then onto casual touching of arms, backs, knees. The steady stream of alcohol helped, of course. It loosened their coyness and. Amen.’ Again the reverend rose and got into bed. Again he heaved a sigh, and spoke into the darkness, his voice a whisper. ‘Oh, Camille. Camille, Camille …’ ******* The day of the church picnic was perfect, with gentle breezes wafting through the park that lay on the outskirts of town. Above was a deep blue sky, across which floated a few white clouds. There was horseshoes and baseball and hot dogs and hamburgers and people laughing and children playing. And Camille was there. It is remarkable. He’s making me cum like no other and I feel my pussy quaking and my legs shake. He’s not stopping, making me cum even more. He’s enjoying it. I love hearing him hum in approval. The thought of me filling his mouth with my juices make me hotter for him. He flips me over and stands next to the bed. I eye his hard cock and move so I can start sucking on it. My lips are wrapped around his gorgeous cock and I’m loving how it fills my mouth and how good he tastes.I use my hands to pump his dick as I.