Lyle put his other hand beneath her. Pussy juice was coating her ass, and his finger slid inside her easily. Now she had his mouth on the top of her p...ssy, a finger wiggling in her fuckhole, and another finger buried in her ass. She came within minutes. This one hit her like a raging river, filling her with a torrent of hot spikes racing through her veins. Her legs quivered, her toes curled, and she felt something shift deep inside her. Lyle kept his mouth on her a moment more, then he was. I oiled my lightly tanned skin and allowed my hand to linger slightly too long as I stroked it into my semi hard cock. I imagined exposing myself for others, enjoying the thought of someone getting turned on at the sight of me. I cast my mind back a week, to when this had actually happened. I had taken last Wednesday off work. Most people, including my housemate, were at work and the street seemed deserted. Having nothing planned and with the weather hot and sunny, I decided to chill out with. .As we walk waist deep water I just hug her and keep looking at the dark sky still in awe and sparkle in her eye and she hugs back tighter kissing my forehead with such natural beauty around and not a soul around to disturb we both feel how incredible the nature and it’s beauty is, the sun slowly sets changing its colors quickly from dark blue to pitch black and sun completely sets and leave us asking for more such beauty and suddenly she pushes me side and drown me into the water as I gasp for. How would we ever know?" So you're saying it's hopeless? To ever tell the difference?" asked Kalea."No, not at all, just the opposite. I'm saying that trusting our senses, it has to be a faith issue. Our ability to trust let's us reach out beyond our understanding, reach out beyond the reality of senses, and then come back with the recognition of the truth, that what we observe is real. We are so comfortable trusting our senses that we don't even recognize it as a faith issue anymore, but it.