Emma squealed with surprise, not from distaste but because Peter was party to it. He pushed deep into Lauren, demanding that she resume her attention....Half complying, she toyed with Emma's breasts, and when Emma herself returned the compliment, feeling her tight nipples, she pumped again. Peter took hold of the other breast, caressing her, gripping her tight as the throes of orgasm approached. Lauren sensed it too now, the dam fracturing as her lust squeezed out of it's confinement, coursing. He managed to back away before it hit his foot, and it's a good thing,too: the object was a medium-sized butcher's knife. It had been wellcared-for; aside from the scuffs it had taken in the collapse, it was asclean and sharp as the day it had been manufactured. Grant picked itoff the ground, nodded in understanding of what he had to do, and wentto work hacking away at the fence.Waltrip sighed. "Chief." I... can get through this!!" Grant cried as he madly struck at thefence. The wood was as. ”The woman suddenly rolled onto all fours and scrambled to her feet. “Oh no,” she gasped, looking from Cheryl to Brian and back again. “I didn’t know this was a nudist beach. I’m sorry, I’ll go.” Brian studied the woman as she crouched, gathering her belongings. Short-cropped hair dyed a reddish shade of purple, she looked to be late twenties or early thirties. Hard to tell. But he could definitely see she was a big lady: fleshy arms and shoulders, thick thighs, wide hips and, when she stood. They were so much fun! All the worshipers saw us as disciples of their Gods, and treated us like we were royalty.Plus the worship orgies were a blast!Desiree and I decided to be married at the Living Church. Daisy Cunningham was going to perform the service. Daisy, and her twin sister Rose, despite being fifteen, had somehow become the heads of the church. They had been preaching Master's message of free love the loudest, I guess. The tent was on the edge of the empty lot, close to Shaw Road..