It was around this time that she inevitably took a stroll along the shore, savouring the wind, or the rain, or whatever the weather was doing—it did...’t seem to matter to her. From a distance, his preternatural eyes studied her behaviour. She loved to embrace her surroundings—lifting her face towards the sky so she would feel the salt spray from the pounding waves, or the drizzle from the night sky. He saw how she revelled in the elements, relishing the primaeval power.What his extraordinary. Iquite liked boarding school but missed home. For my first few days Itried to persuade Mum to allow me to come back home but eventually Isettled in and stopped calling.It was therefore a shock to me then when I came home from school for theholidays to find Mum had moved out. Dad had hired a housekeeper to domost of the things Mum used to do but seemed to spend a lot more time atwork than he previously used to do. So it was quite lonely at home withonly the housekeeper for company.I asked Dad. I’ve no will or strength to resist and he pushes past my gag and I hear some guys cheer somewhere but can’t focus enough to hear them properly.I vaguely make out someone saying “airtight slut” but I’m too busy to care what that is. Chris is the first to cum, slamming as deep into me as he can I’m suddenly bereft of a cock in my mouth and I realise the mystery guy in my pussy is pulling me on top of him. I’m now staring directly at the mirror and can see the guy who had until seconds before been. And look like one too,after he finished." Again, she laughed.I laughed again, but didn't respond. Thankfully, Sandra turned back toher duties. She removed Christina's nail polish, massaged her hands andgot ready to paint her nails. I returned to playing with my phone,trying to peek at what she was doing, without being obvious.When it was time for the color coat, Sandra turned to me. "OK, manicureboy, pick a color for your wife." Yes, sweetie. Pick a color. Something you would like, ....