LondonShe was a young woman. She wore an outfit meant to resemble a girl's school uniform. Rather than displaying her youth, however, it displayed her... age, making her appear older than early twenties that she must be. Still, she stood out from the others on the street. There was something about her that he found, not so much appealing, but somehow of interest. Seifert decided that she would do for the night."That one, the school girl."The driver pulled over to the side of the street and brought. She would bathe and wear one of the gowns she had worn for visiting. Her thoughts of her marriage led to thoughts of her husband. Naked in the warmth of the bath water, she remembered how Richard had come to her, aroused her, and satisfied her. Then, she remembered that Phyllis was in the room. The warmth of the water could have explained her blush, and she washed herself and let Phyllis dry and dress her.“Thank you for your kind invitation, milady,” Martha said when she entered the dining. We drove a short distance to the “other” beach, which was not very crowded yet. We found a spot near some dunes about 200 feet from the gulf. It had a path near it which didn’t appear much used. We parked our stuff and put up an umbrella for shade from the very hot sun. We brought a cooler with some chilled wine and soon had a glass each. I began asking J how far she would go if approached by a horny man or men. She said it depended on what they looked like and what they wanted. I said what if. Her fingers lingered, stroking softly.She looked up at me and smiled. "Have you ever made love to a woman? Your touch got me hot. That flick of my clit wasn't accidental was it?" Her fingers stroked my outer mound."I enjoy shaving your pussy, and yes, I have made love with women. Several of the women I'd shave regularly, I made love to. That flick was on purpose." I said pressing my mound against her hand. I gasped as her finger slid back and up, sliding effortlessly between my wet lips. She.