The feather, at least I think it is one, strokes over my exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing me despite my fears. Your fingers trail a blaz...ng path down my throat, along the valley between my breasts, pausing to circle my aerolas. Your fingernails scrape gently across my abdomen and stop to dip into my belly button. I suck in a breath at the exquisite feeling. My face grows red as I smell my arousal. ”So soft. So smooth,” you say as your hand moves even lower over my shaven mound. I. Jack had made lots of money in real estate development. They had a lovely home in the hill above San Bernardino California. I loved to go there because they had a very nice pool and hot tub and a well-equipped exercise room all with a great view of the mountains and the city below. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and looking forward to college in the fall. Meg and Jack had been unable to attend the graduation event but had sent me a check for a good sum and an. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured he would be going home as soon as the movie was done. He knew his Mom would be so worried about him just diappearing without a trace. James loved living near the nudist beach and would often. Karen stood under the water with her blouse on, nothing else, just the blouse. I could see that there was no bra, the blouse looked almost transparent, Karen turned around slowly. My cock reacted instantly, the blouse showed her breasts magnificently, the material clung to every inch of them, her nipples pushed against the blouse. I reached out to touch them, as I did Karen dragged me into the shower, we kissed hard and fast and as we did, her hands fumbled with my belt. Without stopping the.