Comments welcome, send to: [email protected] and Carol and Gemma and - Alice? - by Bethany JacquesI sat there, in the kitchen, suddenly very nerv...us again. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn't laughed, she had been kind, and interested, and considerate, and she had listened and asked intelligent questions. But then we had heard the car pull up outside and I had dashed upstairs to change - or just to. It was how she was almost constantly on my mind, how nearly every time I looked at her the clothes she was wearing seemed to be transparent, how I got so excited when she flashed a little too much leg or I saw the outline of her areola or even more so the indentation of her nipple through her blouse. It was also how I masturbated frequently thinking about having sex with her. It was how when on the rare occasion I fucked my wife or on the more frequent occasion when I fucked a hooker or. It was a bit cool at first, but at last after a couple of days some warm sun arrived even if there was a light breeze. We decided to have lunch out at a favourite restaurant, and not needing to drive we had a full bottle of Rioja. By mid afternoon we were ready for the beach. We needed to find a spot sheltered from the breeze, and did so by going to the furthest end of the nudist bay. It was perfect, quiet, private, warm, and a few feet from the water. We stripped everything off and settled,. I began to kiss and lick and suck her. She loved it. She was squirming and moaning and then got so excited that she started loudly saying my name and telling me to "keep licking, I am getting close". I did as asked. I licked all over, not knowing what was good to do but hoping I was correct. Then I did something that pushed her over the edge. As I licked her, I lifted her up a little with my hands to give me total access. I slid my tongue down her pussy all the way to her tight asshole. .