I stretch slowly, yawning. “Did you have a nice nap, Alex?” Hunter breathes hotly on my skin. “Guess I was pretty tired,” I answer, opening my...eyes at last. We seem to be anchored in a small, out-of-the-way cove. A gentle breeze rustles the leave of the massive old trees shading our boat. I pull Hunter down on the chaise with me. His skin is hot, branded by the sum. My hands run through his fuzzy hair, pulling his lips to meet mine. “I think I’m all rested up now,” I whisper, gently biting his. In the evening, when he came around, he didn’t have the strength to punish us. On Sundays, he made us pay for the good time we were having without him. He tied us up naked in the barn and beat us every Sunday whether we had done anything bad or not,” Carmen said sourly.“We had usually done something wrong, though,” Esmeralda admitted.“Oui, but the fool didn’t always know what we did,” Carmen explained. “We were defiant. We ridiculed my husband as the biggest cuckold in Gascogne, even in our. “We have to stop this,” I gasped when we finally parted.“Why? It’s fun,” Teresa gasped in reply.“If we keep this up this room will be minus three virgins very soon,” I moaned, seeing the lust in their eyes.“See! He does want to shag us,” Trinny replied with a predatory grin.“Even if I did, it’s not a good idea,” I replied.“Why, we’re game. Well, I am,” Trinny volleyed back.“What if I got you pregnant?” I asked, hoping to put her off.“Wrong time of the month for me to catch,” she replied with a. I was left in my bra and panties and blue knee socks. I knew how much she loved my feet as she often took of my socks and kissed and sucked my toes.She took my head in her hands and kissed me. She moved down to my feet and pulled of my knee socks, she kissed the soles of my feet, calling me her princess, she sucked on each of my toes, moving up my legs, kissing my thighs, kissing around my panties, sniffing my panties, kissing my belly button, moving up and taking off my bra.Becky took of my.