She pointed: “This is the closest beach from here,” she said.I nodded. “And which is the naughtiest one?” I asked.She looked into my eyes, blu...hing again. Meanwhile, Martina had snuck behind her counter and crawled underneath it, as we had planned earlier. I almost laughed at the surprised expression in Giulia’s face when Martina began playing with her crotch, probably opening her pants. “I ... uh ... there ... uh ... there is a n-n-n-nudist beach h-h-h-here,” she stammered, pointing at another. Instead Iremembered having a normal day yesterday as the man I was then. I beganto wonder what had happened to my wife; would she wake up to find megone or was I in some sort of time-loop now? Perhaps poor Jennifer wastrying to make sense of my old life. Would she have been fantasizingsuch a swap? Unlikely, I thought.A letter then caught my eye among the documents. It was from themanager of the "Sweet Dreams Restaurant" (new to me) to Miss Atkins,dated the day before yesterday, congratulating. The hand betweenher legs began moving slowly back and forth. Karen felt new andwonbderful sensationsawakening. Betty kissed Karen. The kiss continued as Betty used herhand to pull open Karen'sblouse, sending the buttons flying. Karen had on a girlish white bra,that just concealed herdeveloping breasts. The kissing continued as her bra was unsnapped andhands began fondling theexposed breasts. Girl's hands. Karen had always thought it would be aguy's hands that felt herbreasts first, but she. The ripples of orgasm still flowing through me, I switched off the vibrator, but each movement from it brought another little trickle of cum to the head of my cock. Eventually I pulled it free and I felt a strange sense of emptiness, I couldn’t believe how good it had felt, or how satisfied it had made me.I lay there for a while before the clicking of the camera shutter brought me back, I looked at the time and was shocked to see how late it was. Checking my phone I could see the full internet.