She didn’t like the idea. She wanted me to live with her. Two weeks ago, after yet another bitter argument between us, Hazel had suggested a weekend...away at this clinic. We could have a break from all the hassle of the move and perhaps forget the arguments for a couple of days. I had agreed because I love Hazel despite our recent rows. I had signed the paperwork she put in front of me without reading it. Why should I? A weekend at a Spa/Clinic wasn’t that dangerous, was it? Now I knew I was. Slowly but surely he undid each button revealing her body to him. His hands began softly touching her breasts as he caressed her with his fingertips. He then moved her a bit away from him and slowly lowered his lips to one breast and began to suck lightly on the nipple. He heard her moan and froze for a moment, continuing when she had settled one more. He bathed first one nipple then the other with his tongue. He smiled tenderly down at her still sleeping form. He moved away from her and down. I don’t know where to look.’ ‘Just be discreet,’ advised Charlotte, wondering how disconcerted Jonathan would be in a normally naturist household. The meal was a success. Charlotte was delighted by the praise her cooking got from Emma and Harriet. ‘You ought to have friends round more often,’ smiled Emma holding Charlotte’s hand tightly in hers. Charlotte felt a sudden flush of affection for Emma, but with Jonathan and Harriett there she couldn’t kiss her as she wanted to, but she. And during the summer I noticed thatsome of the other guys have puffy areas on their chest in the same generalarea as mine. I did notice that mine are more sensitive than they used tobe. Like, I've got a couple of knit shirts that I wear whenever I have todress up in the summer and one of them has a rougher fabric than theother. Man, the first time I put that shirt on within fifteen minutes mynipples (or "aureola", or whatever the fuck they're called) was so red andirritated that I had to take.