I have to admit that I was tempted, but I was feeling self-conscious for being so aroused sat down on the sand to cover the bulge somehow and let it g... down. Next thing I know, Veronique is in front of me, still fully naked, with water dripping from her body, nipples hard and pointy, and hairy bush (this is 1984) wet and dark at eye level, and she is asking me if something is wrong. I had to explain to her that I really wanted to join them in the water but I was having a little (ok, a big). "Forget this! I'm outta here!" Al ran to the door... or where the door was... only to run into a wall. There was no sign of there being a door ever on the wall."The hell?!?!" Al screamed. "Where the fuck is the door?!" I told you... we really are witches..." The voice said."NO!" Al said, running toward the window... or where the window was a minute ago... now it was just a wall, just like the door."Look!" Greg said. "We're sorry! I didn't mean to do this! We won't ever bother you again!". She was exhausted already. I lay next to her and kissed her. She said, “Thank you, baby,” and in a minute passed out because of all the alcohol.I cleaned her up a little, covered her in the blanket, and slept hugging her naked body. The next morning she woke up before me. Her movement woke me up. I opened my eyes slightly and saw her looking at herself and me. She seemed to be shocked. I got up and greeted her.She quickly covered her boobs and pussy with her hands and said, “What. This peculiar 'ritual' between them had become rather common; and to such a point that Helmut had quickly come to greatly prefer it to anything else! He had a rather small cock (or, as he referred to it 'penis'), and Marta agreed with that. Hence their cuckold lifestyle; begun five years previously. Now days, at least for Helmut, what he and Marta were now doing, had become his sole means of sexual release...and he'd quickly come to absolutely love it!Marta worked her husbands bound balls and.