Of course we never use the kill setting if we can possibly avoid it. There is a safety lock to keep me from using it accidentally."By the way, my frie...nds call me Doug and I would like for you to do that. What may I call you?" My name is Urlic Atronson. Most people call me Urlic. You may do so if you like." Thank you, Urlic. Do you normally live in that cave we saw some of your people occupying?" No, certainly not. We are here on vacation. This is a rural retreat we use to escape from the hectic. I nodded “ok.. sorry.. er .. I mean, thanks” My head was spinning as I walked away.I carried on northwards along the coast path, passing dog walkers and groups of sprightly pensioners with sticks, trying to forget the embarrassment of what just happened, but also very glad that the lady had been so understanding. What if a different minded person had come along instead? The wind was quite persistent all morning, so at midday I headed away from the cliff edge across a field, and tucked myself. I stared. I admit it. I stared. Staring isn't polite and many women - especially the attractive ones - find it offensive, or even threatening. I know this. I stared anyway. They were worth staring at.My first impression was of height and hair. The dark-haired one in front nearly matched me eye-to-eye. Her blonde companion standing half behind her and a couple inches taller still did look straight across at me with clear, unblinking lovely blue eyes. They both looked to be in their mid-20's,. “Not quite yet,” Zach smiled. He kissed his was down to my pussy, and drove his tongue inside me. This almost drove me over the edge, and I could tell he felt my pussy clench tighter and tighter until it felt like it would explode any minute. Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue. “Za-ach! You’re so irritating!” I said breathlessly. “What do you want me to do?” he said slyly. “I want you to…” I thought for a moment. “Pop my cherry, and then fuck me hard and fast.” “If you say so,” he laid down next.