When I heard one last whisper. “You are both beautiful together” from my right. And I knew no more.The next week brought news on both fronts of ou... dilemma. In a series of brutal, and bloody clashes, the Irish Mob, and the Knyazev Bratva’s war boiled over. The final result was that the man responsible for the contract on me, Anatoli Bresniach, found himself on the wrong side of a car bomb. The Irish had effectively crippled the Russian’s hold on the Northeast. And suddenly, with no one to pay. Marguerite offered her cheek, but her husband interjected, “A proper kiss, woman!”Blushing profusely, Marguerite faced Le Gris, who by now was suppressing a laugh. Being so much taller than her, he had to lean down quite a bit. Marguerite lifted up, onto her toes. She could smell him long before his lips touched hers. His was a strong and manly scent. She felt a slight shudder pass through her body when their lips finally brushed each other.For a moment, Marguerite lost her focus, forgetting. As the sun is setting- Who’s keen for a skinny dip, Tess shouts. Now on a real high from the shooters and also feeling rather horny after she had over 10 horny guys slide over her near naked body. How she wants to see these young hard penises. We get to the beach and most of the gang is in the water. Tess takes off her costume slowly and provocatively as the men watch her every move. She runs into the water and joins the crowd. No, no guys- now that all of you have seen me buck naked, get out. “How do I look?” I ask nervously, aware that he is looking at me almost hungrily.“Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.” He declares. “How do you feel?”“Better than I ever have. Free, at ease, liberated, sexy, and feminine.” I tell him as he helps me up. Slowly he spins me three-sixty, inspecting me and the garment.He leads me back onto the airbed, this time, holding the sleeping bag open so I can slide in. He fol-lows me in and zips the bag up. We lie on our sides facing each other chatting and.