"Cassandra," she replied, "but most people call me Cass, or Cassie," she added, looking up at him between mouthfuls."Well, I like Cassandra," he told ...er, "If you don't mind I'll call you that - it's a lovely name...for a lovely young lady, if you don't mind me saying so?" He blushed at his own words and she caught the color rising in his cheeks."You're a little shy with girls aren't you?" she asked. "Oh, and you haven't told me your name either, have you?" Oh, sorry...no I forgot," he said to. I was totally naked in front of this mature Indian man. He held my both boobs and started rubbing them. He took my right boob in his hand and started sucking it. I kept moaning. My hands were running in his hair and his one hand was pressing my other boob.He sucked my boobs one by one. Then he came up and started kissing my lips. While kissing each other like mad, I removed his jeans and underwear.Now he was totally naked in front of me. We both were totally nude. He turned me around and pushed. .. so now you've got my attention, and since I already have yours ... how about you tell me what he said while I lay here and suck you off?" Maybe you'd better do that first before I tell you." Maybe you'd better tell me now before I do, because after I do, your mouth will be busy doing something else," she said smiling at me.I laughed. "Maybe you're right. I'm sure it will be," I agreed. "Ok ... here it is, Jim and Stacy are swingers!"You could have heard a pin drop, even the waves lapping. “I’m -- oh God, Lucy!” Her wail of anguish battled hard against the wind but lost and faded. The woman’s expression stayed unreadable. She came to stop just an arm’s length away and looked Holly slowly up and down. Holly wanted to rage, to scream at her to do something to rescue her friend, but what good would shouting at her figment of imagination do? The eyes, once more, came to rest upon Holly’s own, and the terror welled up anew. The full, glowing lips parted slowly, and puffs of swirling.