We parked by a large ornate Catholic church in a secluded area. The parking lot was as big as my home church, Reedville Baptist. I was used to a much ...smaller congregation. This was at least twice the size and far more elaborate. Maria's whole family was there and I was grateful that I knew someone if only vaguely. If Maria was still mad at me when we got there, she covered it well and I was happy to play along.Almost all the families arriving were Hispanic or White. I'd never been to a church. As usual, there wasn’t another soul on the beach.I think everyone hangs out at the northern end near the headland.Once we got away from the carpark Kip and I removed our boardies and were both down to our speedos and backpack each. Kip was wearing a black speedo brand speedo and I was wearing my AussieBum Portseas (they have a history of resulting in some pretty hot sessions in the past).Another 5 minutes or so down the beach, there was nobody in sight and we were starting to look for a place. She has known about my intense fetish for nylons since we got married and she happily indulges my obsession by wearing ultra sheer pantyhose pretty much everyday, weather permitting (it gets pretty hot in AZ). She loves wearing nylons so much that she even sleeps in them. She wears them to work and she wears them when she if off. She wears them with dresses, skirts, under jeans and pants, even under shorts. And, she almost always finishes off the look with a pair of sexy high heels - mostly. Yes. Right there. Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She let out a long series of loud whimpers followed by a shrieked, “Ah!”God yes. Come for me, he thought, unwilling to part his lips for even a fraction of a second to say it aloud.“Oh god!” she shouted. “I’m gonna come. Gonna come.” What followed were three exclamations of almost words, a sudden tightening of her muscles, and then a scream of release. He only heard the very beginning of that scream at full volume, because her thighs.