As he tried to part my pussy lips and insert a finger in there, I held his hand. I had started breathing faster. I was just holding his hand, but not ...ushing it away from me. Then I left his hand and he finger in my wet pussy. The more I was trying to avoid him, more he was making me to want him. He was moving his finger really slow. My coffee was getting cold and I was getting hot. I just couldn’t ask him to stop fingering me and I even wanted to feel him. I wanted to stroke his cock as he was. They were, by all intents and purposes, nudists. They didn’t advertise as nudists and covered themselves up when the guests were arriving to check in for the weekend but as they got more familiar with each guest they gauged their comfort level and often times exposed their lifestyles to others. They did not know any of the three guests who were staying this weekend and would have to proceed with caution, at least at first. Barbara was bending over filing some paperwork in the lower file. Not ceasing the movement of his thumb, Fletcher lowered his other hand and ruffled his fingers through the curls over her mound. A chill passed across Lauren's shoulders, which had nothing to do with the air conditioner blowing cold air into the room. His hand moved from side to side, moving only the hair, without enough pressure to touch her skin."Are you wet, Baby Doll?" he asked, his grin changing to a soft smile, with just a faint separation of his lips showing glistening white teeth behind. ”“Thanks,” Béla said, her voice sounding flat and unemotional. “I can get it.”She climbed off the bed table and padded barefoot over to the cooler. The silence between them was almost visible.“I’m ... I’m sorry,” Elaine said softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt...”“It’s alright,” Béla interrupted. “You didn’t know.” Then changing the subject, “When did you learn how to dreamwalk?”“Well, I didn’t – not really,” Elaine replied. “I mean, I’ve seen images in your mind of times when you did it,.