"Anastasia Milburn," I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice. You cou...ldn't. The voice just had to be obeyed."Well, Anastasia, I'm Mark and I'm the founder of the Naked Jogging Club." His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his face. He stretched his back, arms on his side and drew in a deep breath, his cock thrusting obscenely out at me, hard and angry. Oh, please don't rape me! "And you are the perfect candidate. She gave me a good once over, running her eyes up and down my short figure, wondering how the heck I could have such a large tool for a small boy.So, with breakfast out of the way, we packed lunch for a picnic at the beach.Mum and Aunt Sue come out to the car just as I was finishing loading it up. They both had on open front shirts tied at the waist, and a sarong tied around their bottom half. They had obviously got into their bathers too, as I could see the straps around their necks.. Her hands felt wonderful there as I continued to share myself with her as she shared herself with me. Suddenly, the moment hit me and I leaned up to feel my spasm form. I said, "Sweetie, I'm gonna..." She already knew and answered, "I know. It's okay." I pushed one last time and this time when I released my center, I felt it flow from deep within myself in jets of hot pulsing desire. As I came, I felt her hot walls squeeze me, pulling every drop deep into her. On my last pulsing spasm, I. Restaurants. Grocery stores. Museums. Even the opera down at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion that I only attended under protest to please my wife. Well, ex-wife. Damn. I’d actually grown rather fond of ‘Nessun dorma.’I picked up my water bottle (lots of bottled waters left at every 7-11 store) and took a swig.Initially I had been hitting the liquor stores and drinking up the really expensive stuff. You know you can get a really bad hangover, even from some of the best single malt Scotch? I really.