The reminiscing made me smile as I packed up my briefcase to head home. The new client did mean that I was going to have to give up my regular weekend...retreat for a while. I made a mental note to contact a couple of friends at the nudist camp, so they wouldn't wonder what had happened to me over the next few weeks. It was tough to think about giving up the prime summer hours of freedom, but my team had already agreed to cancel vacations if we landed the account. I could do no less.I just hoped. Not only was her pussy to die for, she had almost perfect tits, a flat stomach, perfect hips, great legs, accented by her heels, and I could only surmise a fantastic ass to match. “Well?”, she asked expectantly. “Well, what?” I asked very sheepishly.“Do you approve or not?”, she said.“Christie, you are k**ding me, right?”, I blurted out.“That must mean you approve of my hairy pussy.” she stated emphatically. “Oh good, now maybe I’m old enough for you to fuck me.”“What the hell are you talking. Mike had only ever seen her squirt once, and now here she was like a fountain, splashing juices on him and Rebeca.Rebeca had abandoned sucking her clit and moved back to watch as she fountained all over. She had seen many a woman squirt and was always amazed when watching. She saw Lena was what she always considered a sprinkler; she sprayed everywhere. She saw Mike was soaked and had her juices dripping from his chin because he had been so close unable to move when she started.Mike slipped his. I’m sorry. I’m better now,” She said, wiping her eyes again.“Yeah, but I think it’s more than just hormones.”“How about we talk about this later, and you fuck me now,” She suggested, wiggling her hips under me.“You promise we can talk later?” I asked.“Yes, I promise.”“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that,” I said, getting off of her and sitting on my knees beside her at her waist.She bent her knees and started to spread her legs. “No, not yet, and not like that,” I told her, leaning over and.