She rolled onto her side away from me and then back to the middle loudly saying “Ohh, god” over and over again and panting like an overheated dog....f the first one was a big orgasm, this was seismic. It seemed to roll over her again and again. She push my hand holding the toothbrush away from her, an indication that the sensations were now too much for her sensitive skin. Her breathing changed to a series of “Ha” sounds matched with a slight convulsion as each subsequent tremble passed through. In the back of my mind I could see Tara running through Michael’s home, dressed only in a bath towel, trying to get ready for an interview at school. Her wet hair was flying as she ran by and the towel was flipping around, barely exposing her lovely rear end as she flew by. Tara must have known she was flying the flag, so to speak, because she smiled beautifully at Michael as he looked up and blushed at the unexpected sight. Other memories crowded in including an incomplete vision of being. Had she and her friends stumbled across the beach and decided when in Rome, only to discover they loved it, converting on the spot? Had some of their cruise companions whispered about it at dinner, piquing their curiosity? Had it been part of their itinerary the entire time, a day devoted to a nude beach? The thought of Hannah knowing the entire time that she was going to strip naked and brazenly bare her body on the beach ... god, it made my whole body tingle. My hand drifted down to my. A week or so earlier I had found on her counter some of her school paperwork. One of the papers listed some of her sexual exploits like being with a girl, anal and how much she liked it, how she liked to taste herself. I don’t know what class this was but I wasn’t complaining. Awhile after I put my nephew to bed I started to watch a movie then I had remembered that paper and as hard as I looked I couldn’t find it. So I just lay down on her couch and began stroking my cock thinking about that.