.....let's try something.......... but now this is what I want to do...We can't fuck, but we can do something..........I'm not sure........ Denis: "Pl...ase, tell a story please Silke, please, a filthy story......... now I am past fifty, your stories, when you tell them like you do, Silke, my dear, my cock gets hard like a boy.....I like it when you tell me about other boys and men and women you have been with..............you remember everything, no other woman I have known can do that...well,. Dad gives out a burp. "She just turned into those rich guys' land." Can't hide now. "Yeah, she lives there." "She's the neighbor? And you're hanging out with her?" He raises his voice. He shifts his focus down to the bags I'm holding. "What the heck are these? You went shopping? What the fuck? You think just because you can hang with her, you are one of them rich ones?" My heart rate shoots up immediately. I don't want to piss him off when he's drunk or buzzed. "No, I only bought a t-shirt...". The more I look back, the more I truly understand that my love of being unclothed as well as my overactive libido were manifested themselves very early, certainly from the onset of puberty, onward. As I sit here reminiscing about my erotic odyssey, a flood of memories is charging to the forefront of consciousness. While I don't wish to drift too far from the focus of this narrative - the erotic dynamics of exhibitionism and nudity in my everyday home life and the influence of same by and on my. It was a quiet drive back. Me with a shit eating grin and him not knowing what to say. When we pulled up to the double wide in the trailer park he nervously he fished out another 50 bucks in addition to the 50 I got for babysitting from his wife. It was due to taking care of both boys tonight he claimed. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and went inside.The next night came and I was back to the Smith household. They were dressed to the nines for a night of dancing and looked great. Jane asked is.