Now Kristi was a pretty good cook and she had no complaints on her meals. But picking melons was one thing she had more luck than skill in. She picked...a couple cantaloupes up and walked up to the guy stocking the produce. "Excuse me, could you please help me?" she asked. He stopped arranging the produce he was stocking. "Sure, miss. What can I do for you?" he asked. "Can you tell me if my melons are ripe?" she said, showing him the cantaloupes. He grins mischievously, "Miss your melons look. The journal entries for Tuesday were more or less nothing at all. It appeared that I just took messages for Royce, and went fishing at the marina. Neither of those required that detailed information be entered into the journal.My schedule required me to check the smells in the office parking lot, and to stir the mash. So of course I went to breakfast first. Sure I kept a couple of bagels in the freezer, just in case, but I preferred eggs with all the trimmings. I had no desire for a DIY. I wanted so much to reach out and stroke it, I suppose the sight of my erect nipples on my unfettered tits had caused his discomfort in the trouser department but he seemed unashamedly unaware of its visibility. Whether it was the balls, beads or just his close manly odour, my mind and body began to react, my bubbling cunt went into overdrive and I went to excuse myself, saying I needed to visit the littlest room on the train. As I stood up his hand went to where I had been sitting and I. I have gone back to the nude beach several times but I have never met up with either of them.I may have already answered these questions. but if not I have been touched sexually after being married. I have both touched and been touched a few times at nude beaches but most of the touching incidents happened here at home with friends, at parties at other friends’ homes and at clubs mostly while out with my lady friends. my husband has either seen most of it happening or at least knows about it.