During the following days, he kept up about the same level of activity as before, but once a day, at various times, he would turn her time on just as ...e was cumming in her.While rummaging through her things, he found a well hidden diary which he made good use of. It had a complete account of her visions with him as well as admitting that she was starting to get off on them. If he would only let her stay on long enough, she was sure she could get her gun. It turned out that he had been right on. And, I guess, like myself. My parents were very keen that I continue in the family tradition."Emerald raised her eyes and eyebrows as she began to comprehend the situation. "So you and your family are 'naturists' or 'nudists'. Is that like a religion or something, like 'Baptists' or 'Methodists'?" Not exactly. Many of the girls at my school are religious. But they're all sorts. Quakers, Catholics, Anglicans, everything really. No, naturism's a way of life, not a religion." That sounds really. She drew back to look, then dove down to lick some more. Margot was rapidly going into a feeding frenzy on her son's delectable prick.She paused, licked, paused. She kept glancing at his face warily as she came up for air. His cock was standing up like a pipe under her face, looming up in a throbbing pillar of iron-hard meat.She lay belly-down between his legs and began to lick his balls. Then she sucked on them, thrilled at how full and firm and solid they were. It was like sucking on a juicy. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “I can’t drink alcohol because I’m pregnant.” “Really? How about some water or coffee then?”“Coffee sounds good.” I was still shivering.He called out to the bartender, “Another Bud for me and a coffee for the lady.”Then he looked me over and asked, “At the risk of sounding clichéd, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Like a dam burst, I poured out my situation and problems to this perfect stranger. He listened patiently while I.