Then she started to come and secreted out her juice on my mouth. I swallowed it all. Her taste was just like that of one of my landlady I fucked (that...is another story).She was laying there breathing heavily. After 5 min she said its time for her to return the favour. She pushed me in bed and started kissing me everywhere. Then she surprised me by taking my dick in her mouth and started to kiss its head. She keep kissing and sucking my cock and playing with it like a toy. I couldn’t take I. . I don't know the name ... in Germany, it is 'FreiKorperKultur', I think. I have heard that it is very popular in Russia, as well, maybe because we have so little daylight in winter." We do not have a name for it here in the States, either. It is not even officially recognized, even though between 15 and 20% of Americans do practice it at one time or another and over 50% would tolerate it in others. The closest to an 'official' name would be 'nude recreation' or 'clothes-freedom' but that. She left her terraced house and ran down the road towards the little town she lived in. She wanted to escape, but she was a long way from being able to. She wondered about running off to Glasgow or Edinburgh to find some fortune among the bright lights. She looked behind her and saw the family car of Quentin shoot past her – he was alone – and she felt a little bit guilty.She stopped and sat down by the side of the road, looking out over the river to think: she had certainly never wanted to. Even though he made enough money, he didn’t have the right last name and hadn’t gone to the right schools. No, he preferred to spend as little time with them as possible. His sons loved seeing their grandparents, mostly because their grandfather owned a 50 foot Sunseeker. Robert could buy one too if he wanted to, but what would he do with it in the city. No, he preferred his car. While sipping on his drink his thoughts wandered back to Brenda, and the fact that her parents had left her alone.