There was a white three-sided tent above the water line with a cooler and two chaise lounges.She took him to it, turned and said, "This is a nude beac.... I didn't think you'd mind." Oh no, that's cool."Claire locked eyes with him and started to unbutton her blouse. She slipped it off and Timmy saw her large breasts encased in a tight, lacy bra. His cock started swelling, which did not go un-noticed. She turned and said, "Undo me?" Timmy was a pro at opening bras by now and had it open instantly.. “Smell that, someone’s pussy juices are ripe”.“Something smells fish around her”.It seemed the only time I wasn’t fingering myself was in classes I liked.After my first few times of having orgasms; I would smell then taste my finger afterwards.Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something special and I had yet to figure out.I was eventually was busted in class one day doing exactly that, by one of the bitchiest girls.“Ew, yuck”, She, howled out.That girl got me detention. I began an unhurried, constant pressure, passing easily through those inviting lips and entered her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, wanting to prolong the enjoyment of being sheathed by her love as possible. It embraced me tightly, but without resistance. She was, after all, a woman who had been married several years. I continued my inexorable f***e. Finally, as my pubic hair entwined in hers we pressed the full length of our bodies close together in the most intimate embrace . In some ways, Felicity was still a little girl when it came to such matters despite her nearly three hundred years in the usually quiet town of Salem.At least the religious righteousness that had swept over the region had died down in the last two years, but they were still on their guard because rumors of a male and a female witch hunting team abounded wherever citizens congregated. The witch hunting assassins were fraternal twins imbued with a finely tuned dedication to a closely personal.