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Robin The X-rated motion-picture show Star


Robin was thirty and she and her twenty-three-year-old Sister Jenny decided to check out"The Swallows Sun Island Resort"the most famous nudist camp in all of Golden State. It just happened to be in Robin's close vicinity just outside of Ithiel Town at 1631 Harbison Canyon Road.

Well it was not very severe to obtain out that this nudist resort had changed drastically and that it had closed down. New people had bought it but the password around townspeople was that it was strictly a Swinger's heaven. It had been jokingly called `` We sup tramp 's recourse of Harbinson canon. ``

However, the lady in the picayune apparel shop told them about a very dainty nudist hangout that was just a few eld old. Some guy named Nathaniel Bailey bought hundreds of Acre of earth not too awfully far away. His hope were to attract the rich and the famous…just like everyone else in southern California.

To his acknowledgment though the lady had told her about the big Olympic swimming pool that was heated, about respective of the hot bathing tub scattered about, and about the rattling why that old Mr. Bailey and his wife treated people.

Then the shop class possessor offered to take robin and her sister out a little later after she closed up for a look around.

They accepted her benignant offer.

At six o'clock the girls picked up Jessie in front of her shop and headed out. The counsel were sluttish and the ride went by quickly as they talked. Jessie talked into the box, and the gate latch was released, the gate swung undefendable, and Erithacus rubecola drove in. It was a long way back into where the action mechanism took place.

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Now I'll let Robin tell you the rest of the story :

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A big beautiful house blocked the way and a man came out. He was cypher out of the ordinary, just a mediate 1960s guy with an all over tan…really all over. He was circumcised, normal in duration, and completely diffuse. I wondered to myself how a man could look at beautiful naked women all day long and not suffer a hard-on.

Mr. Nathan Bailey said,"Your ID's please."

Jessie handed me her Club Card to bridge player to him along with my sister's and my driver's licenses. He stepped just inside his office and shortly came back to us.

He handed me the cards and said,"Welcome back Jessie. Your two booster can experience use of all the quickness except Big Bear Pond."

Jessie asked,"Can I ask why ?"

Mr. Bailey said,"We are shooting a inadequate single X rated film up there."

Stunned I said,"You make soil movies here !"

Mr. Bailey just laughed and said,"In a way I suppose that I do. You do cognize the difference between unity X and triple X, don't you ?"

When I didn't answer right away he answered for me,"Single X does not shew the man's penis, the woman's surface pussy, or full contact…if you know what I mean. It could almost as easily be called R-rated if it weren't for it being completely wide-cut of nudity."

Then he looked down my top at my full white meat and said,"If those are existent come back and see me after you get undressed and finger more comfortable."

Of course, I asked,"Why ?"

He grinned and said,"I might have a part in that movie for you. Just a background beauty but I would give you and your friend a lifetime membership for doing it."

I drove around the firm and into the parking lot. There were maybe fifty cars parked there. Jessie undressed and waited for us. She had brought three small towels with her for us to sit on. It was a healthful thing. Then she took us around to see the closer things. Everyone that we saw was naked, what impressed me the most was that they looked like all of the mass that lived near me or in the stores where I buy market. They were absolutely pattern looking. I had expected to see crack mannequin with perfect bodies, gorgeous strippers, and movie stars…but they looked just like the people that I might see in church.

I was very funny of what Mr. Bailey had said and excused myself from the other little girl and went to see him.

He was coming toward me when I turned a nook. He smiled at me and he made me experience special…not in the short bus sort of way. He was looking at my extra weight, my belly, and he was still smiling when he stopped a few ft away.

Mr. Bailey said,"Turdus migratorius, you are as lovely as I had suspected. Are you comfortable with your nudity ?"

I think I blushed and I might give giggled like a footling girl but I pulled my shoulders back and said,"Yes ! I am ! The last hr has seemed so emancipate, so wonderful, and so stimulating."

He said,"I'm so glad. That was what we strive for here at Bailey's Best."

He took my bridge player after asking my license. It was like two school Thomas Kid testing the water before kissing or dating, or…or…having sex. It was variety of romanticist in a way too. Without clothes he knew exactly what he was getting himself into and so…so…was I.

Had I actually thought about someone old enough to be my Father having sex with me ? I suppose that I had…and I enjoyed the thought of him holding me in his coat of arms and taking me to his bed. Bed ? Why not take me right here on the Grass covered ground like two bunny rabbit in the Ellen Price Wood. God ! I hadn't had thoughts like that in years. This plaza was too full to be true.

I felt so loose and free.

We walked on and turned onto a way. We walked halfway around a beautiful scenic pond that looked like it could be in a motion picture. suspect affair was that it was in a movie, an X-rated movie.

We approached a few people sitting on judiciary taking a break. Mr. Bailey introduced me and told them that they should put me in their movie.

For the kickoff time I felt like a piece of meat on display.

I was looked at from every possible angle. They looked at my big titty, my belly, my ass, and my face. They looked at my pilus, my feet, and my trimmed bush.

Then one of the men said,"I'm Gene the theater director. You are absolutely thoroughgoing just the way that you are. If anything you might demand a touch of powder on your human face to prevent the glare down. Has anyone told you what we are doing ?"

I said,"You're making a dirty movie."

He laughed and said,"Not exactly. We are making a movie about this naturist camp to entice people to fare here. Call it a commercial message of sorts."

I asked,"And what do you want from me ?"

After seeing you and hearing your voice I would care you to be one of the main actresses in the moving picture. Are you a member here ?"

Mr. Pearl Mae Bailey said,"Yes, she is. I have their lifetime membership card in my situation. I was going to leave them to them on the way out. No air hole and all."Then he laughed.

For the side by side three hours I was filmed constantly. It didn't matter if I sat in a lounge electric chair, applied sun blocker, or walked in the woods. I did object when they wanted to come into the toilet with me though.

We went to the more crowd together surface area to Jessie and my baby Jenny. I had to hug my babe five time before the director said that he liked it. Our breasts had to come together just right with our tit touching and smashed just a little bit. Apparently that twenty percent time was perfect. My sister and I had not done anything like that since we were kids. It was kind of fun.

Then we filmed what I had expected of an X-rated commercial-grade. A series of naked good-looking men had been selected for me to introduce myself too, to ease up hugs too, and to seem down as if I were admiring their phallus. They were not filmed below the waist as I had been. It was a shame too because a couple of those men could certainly tie a charwoman's attention.

I got to swim and float on my back. That showed off my fully front man. I was allowed to spread my legs because the urine would distort my kitty enough to get by. One photographer filmed me from under the body of water. It was fun swimming back and Forth River over him. I spread for him a few times even though I knew that they would cut that contribution out.

Three other cleaning woman and two men were in the hot tub with me as we discussed the haunt's readiness. Two men were sitting on either slope of me in the sauna. A couple of small fry watched me take a shower outside. I played a game of volleyball, quoits, and darts.

Then I talked to Mr. Bailey and told him how much fun that I had at his resort. He walked me to my car and waved at me as I drove away…still naked. Of course of study I didn't go very far and I turned around and came back.

After getting dressed we dropped Jessie off and then I took my sister Jenny nursing home. I called my husband and then I told him that I would be another couple of hr because I had left something behind.

I really had left something behind… Mr. Bailey.

When I talked into the box I asked him if I could have sex with him. He told me that sex was not really a component part of the nudist bm. I told him that I wanted to have sex with him not the whole nudist crusade. He buzzed me in and he was waiting for me when I got to his house. I got naked, grabbed his hired hand, and took him to that grassy knoll that I had passed earlier that day.

I had asked for sex but what I got was far right than that…he made sexual love to me like my husband used too when we were inaugural married.

We got down on the Mary Jane and he cradled me in his arm as he kissed me and gentle fondle my boob. I could feel my nipples harden and my juices start to roil. I had only cheated on my husband two other times but neither one of them gave me the goose bumps that Mr. Bailey was giving me.

He sucked on my teat as if he were my child while he explored my slit with his fingerbreadth. I knew that I was wet down there and now he knew it too…very wet.

He poked around in my trap, he pulled at my pussy lips, and he rubbed my button until I begged him to block up. I was in sober risk of having a monolithic sexual overload…thanks to him.

Just when I thought that I had recovered he found my G-spot. My husband had never found it but Mr. Bailey had. It was an amazing experience for a little girl, her low fourth dimension. I felt like my toes were crawling up through my dead body to invade my brain. My steel endings were electrified. My pussy felt like it had turned itself inside out like a gist of popcorn. My sexual lifetime flashed before my center, my first kiss, the first meter that I was felt up, my first cock sucking, my sister nibbling on my clit, and my hubby popping my cherry. I gave a thought to masturbation, dildos and veggie being shoved into my pussy. I could see stars twinkling, rockets blasting off, and finally I swear to God that a nuclear bomb when off in my mind. The mushroom-shaped cloud cloud went up and up through my headspring, it blew outwards through my ultra sensible chest and through my incredible pussy. I could finger myself cumming and cumming as if I were peeing the first thing in the morning after a really sound Night out.

Then I felt my lungs burst and suck in the stallion hemisphere of atomic number 8 as I opened up my eyes to look at Mr. Bailey.

All he said was,"My turn"and then he entered me.

I could hardly think that he had given me all of that fabulous pleasure without once penetrating me with his cock. I wondered if I could exist through it. I closed my eye and had an out of body experience. I was an Angle floating on a cloud looking down at two people enjoying sex on the skunk in the most beautiful place on Earth. Had I died from too much good sex ? Had I died from heart bankruptcy ? Or had I just given my warmness and soul to this man ?

When he came inside of me I prayed that my birth ascendence pill were still working. I could actually palpate the squirts of seaman hitting my womb wall and swimming up my fallopian tubes in search of an egg. My mind went lacuna. Where was I in my cycle ? Should I purchase a break of the day after tab ? No ! I would go with the catamenia, so to speak. What will be, will be.

When I opened my centre again Mr. Bailey was kissing my forehead.

We walked slowly back toward my car and my clothes. I never wanted to wear clothes again and I never wanted to leave my little corner of paradise.

Would I leave my husband for this terrific older man ?

No ! I would never allow for my husband.

Could I have the expert of both worlds ?

No ! I could not.

So on my way home plate I vowed to never fall to Bailey's Charles Herbert Best or to see Mr. Bailey again.

I knew in my pith that if I did, that I would never leave that nudist holiday resort or Mr. Bailey again.


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