"Mitch Shiell? I'm Amy Reilly from the National Naturist Federation." She proffered her card.Mitch blinked and looked at the trim, 40-something redhea...d."'Naturist'?" he asked, mystified. He'd never heard the word before."Yes, we prefer it to 'nudist', as that word has such negative sexual connotations with Textiles." 'Textiles'?" He had heard this word before but never used in quite this way."Yes, those who are still hung up with their clothes."His eyes scanned her form unbidden. She was. He then grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. It felt so good he would pull it almost out then shove it back in and did this several times. Then he slowed and let her suck before he started the fast pace of fucking her mouth. He was able to last a long time before he came in her mouth watching her swallow all the juice. He then pulled her up to kiss him and taste his cum in her mouth. As they kissed, his cock got hard again. He then put her on her knees with her ass in the air and got. Then there was Michael. They’d known each other all their lives and a relationship had developed almost without them realising. When they were old enough it had seemed natural to hold hands, kiss and speak soft words of love to one another. That they would marry had seemed inevitable, but then war came and nothing was inevitable any more. ***** ‘Can I get you anything?’ ‘Pardon?’ June was startled out of her reverie by a stewardess standing over her. ‘Oh – er – no, thank you.’ She looked at. He was holding his mouth tightly against me and pushing my knees up with his shoulders.He had moved his hands from my thighs to my pussy, pulling my pussy lips slightly apart. I felt great, I had never had an orgasm before like this. It didn't compare to what I did with my fingers in the tub. I was hating myself for what I was feeling at the same time. I just couldn't help myself. I started to calm down and breathe normally. He removed his mouth from me and moved up until we were face to face..