We often read stories on various nude beach encounters which turned us both on but I had told John that it was never going to happen.We arrived at our...apartment and got there just it time for the welcome meeting. Our rep informed us that at the end of the beach near the dunes was a nudist beach and not to go on fully clothed as sometimes you got a funny look or comment. The following day we got our things ready and walked down to the beach to set up our spot for the day. We both got sorted and. He had already tasted the sweet brown eye of young Charlotte, the babysitter in silent accord whilst standing up on shaky knees in the alcove near the garden and Mary deep in her snores upstairs. He had whispered his need to spear her pretty pussy the next time they had the opportunity under the watchful eyes of his jealous spouse. Charlotte was willing to do it right then and there but Mister McNally was leery of pushing the envelope and was more than satisfied with his deep exploration of the. He placed it on the book shelf where she could see it. The hands were set to thirteen minutes. He pressed the start button walked back behind her picked up the brush and gave her a few tiny little taps and stroked her vulva.‘Twelve minutes with the hairbrush, one every five seconds and I want you to count them’She watched the timer hand as it ticked down to twelveSPLAT on the middle of her bare right cheek‘One sir’SPLAT same on the left cheek‘Two sir’He spanked her evenly by‘Twelve sir’Both. His eyes were exciting the way they crinkled in the corners. My heart was racing causing me to concentrate on that and not on him. ‘Well, never being with a blind man will be challenging. Do you know how he became blind?’ I asked smiling. Thomas shook his head. Reaching for the files I misread thinking he was going to touch my hand. Well, there I went again. Assuming that he was interested in me. As I turned my hand to fit in his he stopped for a fraction of a second. It dawned both of us that.