Gareth, however, was floating upwards, unable to maneuver as well as his beautiful counterpart.His head broke the surface, followed by Ethral’s. She... was laughing, the chiming sound echoing off the rocks.“Not a swimmer hmm?”“I’m not terrible, but certainly not as skilled as you.”“Years of experience. Come on; there’s a ledge somewhere.”They swam away from their original camp, closer to the falls themselves. The water cascaded from the mountain and Gareth could see a hollow behind it. Ethral. Leaning forward he kissed each of her nipples before laying his head between her breasts. Getting comfortable, he began to slowly slide in and out of the large woman.Ikuno gently ran her fingers through his hair and smiled, "When I said, 'soft and slow' I didn't mean quite this slow."Kal chuckled, "Have mercy, Ikuno, this will be the fifth time today and it's not even midday yet. After everything that happened this morning, I'm a little sore, not to mention a bit tired." Then let me take care. We asked how long he had lived here and were there other naturist opportunities in the area that he knew of, etc.All of a sudden I became aware that here were my wife and I, both totally stark naked, talking to a total stranger that was fully clothed. It wasn’t the total stranger part that caught my interest as much as the totally clothed part. Despite naturist convention where one is only supposed to look a fellow naturist in the eye, all red blooded men will check out the assets on show of. The camera moved round, from her tearstained face to the target area, livid red welts laced across the pale flesh, blue bruises, edged the regular stripes, each stroke landed now to a loud and pitiful howl, from the recipient. Tiny trickles of blood ran from places where each stroke crossed another, the whole area of the buttocks taking on a pink shade now her feet fidgeting with each stroke, the only outward display of her pain and discomfort. Suddenly she began to orgasm, Terry realising.