" She giggled, exhaled a waft of rancid smoke and said, "You're looking at it."Strangely, instead of telling me to fuck off, she said, "Wow, that's r...ght you didn't get off." She takes another toke, passes the pipe to her friend, drops to her knees and pull out my cock. Her friend was a slightly over-weight brunette wearing nice clothes. Still a junkie, but perhaps with a shred of dignity left. Or maybe not. My girl took a break from choking down my cock, and said to her brunette friend,. I replied and told him what I knew. We exchanged a few emails and it turned out that he was about my age and he and his wife were interested in possibly buying some vacation property in the same area as our vacation home.I also found out that his interest in nude beaches was more about his and interestingly his wife’s newfound interest in voyeurism.“Neither of us have beach bodies and we are more interested in looking than showing” he confided in me.This of course got me thinking. We emailed a. . in fact she enjoyed the simplicity of her new life. She was really too busy to feel lonely but some nights she would lie awake and think about John Goodnight.She still felt guilty about the way she had left him and admitted a curiosity about him. She knew who he was and where he lived but she was afraid that he would misunderstand if she sought him out. Each day brought a new commitment to never be forced to live the life she had for ten years... a life she hated and still felt unclean. I felt myself spurt, throbbing, tingling through my body in a long-forgotten way. When I'd finished Trisha lay on me as the sun brightened the sky outside my room."Thanks, Trisha, that was..." Shhh. My pleasure. Now, I have to go." She rolled off me, my cock shrinking in the cool air. She stood and reached down, finding some of both of us. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them, and smiled at me. "Mmm." Then she was gone. I lay awake, no way I could sleep anymore. I was pleased that.