Two nudist older men offered help upon seeing my struggle on the pool inflatable with balancing my glass and applying sunscreen. I accepted and lay on my stomach. They stood on each side, squeezing the cream out.
Now single, I’ve craved touch since my last sexual encounter. I pursed my lips, but sweet moans escaped my mouth as they spread the sunscreen all over my body.
My nipples were hard. I opened my legs, moaning more when they started fingering my glistening sex.
My grip tightened on the glass as I convulsed in ecstasy, soaking the towel with my juices.
