She turns also. Our knees touch. I hold out my cup. "Here's to the future, Rose." "To a new beginning, Charlie." We 'clink' our paper cups together an... sip and smile. One shield is down and she looks more open than she ever has. But not to me. To the world. She is back on the market and ready for some adventure. "I want you..." "Rose..." "...but I can't have you. I know that. But I still want this. Our mornings together mean more to me than you can imagine." I do not say the words I would have. Maria was raised as a nudist and in a very open sexual promiscuous family, and from the first meeting with her family I too was nude and was turned into the bi guy I am today! But, let me start at the beginning. As a young boy I went nude whenever I could, in our basement usually masturbating, when no one in the family was home and out back in a huge wooded area behind our house. My nude feelings were suppressed while in college and while in the military but I picked it back up once I was. SD has moved into the Master Bedroom, three of my FIL’s friends come over on a regular basis, and my FIL’s heath is much better according to his doctors. I’ve also gotten to hear SD tell her dad and his friends the stories (and a few I hadn’t heard before) about her (SD’s – my wife’s) sex life and how she led two separate and distinct sex lives – the part of her story is a combination of what she told me and what she told her father in front of me at the supper table a few days ago. To continue. When I was all the way in she told me to stop and let her get used to it so I stopped pushing and reached under her and used a finger to find her clit. I started rubbing it and she moaned and pushed her ass back at me."Okay honey, slow and easy. Pick up the pace, but be gentle."Half a dozen strokes and she hissed, "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm gonna like this. A little harder honey, fuck my ass."I had come some many times that night that it took me forever to get myself off in her ass and halfway into.