“No way,” I insisted. “You expect to tell us all of this and just go back inside like this is totally normal?” I glared at my mother. I was em...arrassed, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to just pretend that anything I had just seen could wait until tonight.“You stay out here, then you should squat down and lick on these nuts!” the black cook smiled as he slapped my mother’s face. She dutifully slurped his cock like it was the fountain of youth, and she needed it to survive.“Please go. In fact, the stricter a Naturist one is the less time one wears clothes and the fewer clothes one owns. Emma owns only one item of clothing – a bikini bottom she wears to work in the Summer. The others she borrows from her flat-mates. She wouldn’t own the bikini either if she wasn’t frightened of germs. She washes the bikini bottom every day after wearing it. It isn’t Summer now, but a quite cool day in Spring but Emma came to work wearing only a coat she borrowed from her flat-mate,. After being married for this period of time, late one night I was awaken by the soft sounds of my girl enjoying herself as the bed was moving she had been trying to do so as not to wake me up, and this was only several hours after some, of what I thought was a very heated and prolonged session of lovemaking.I had laid there and listened for some time and had slowly rolled over and grabbed her, she was at first terrified that I had caught her doing this so forbidden and sexually stimulating. I looked to his name tag it read Capt. Bob. Do you know Jack, Captain Bob, I asked as I fell into him crying onto his shoulder. Yes Miss Ann, Jack and I go way back since he was seven or eight, Captain Bob replied. Lets take you back inside and clean you up a little, he added. Captain Bob asked Janet to take me into the womans room to clean me up a little. He then asked her to bring me and herself back to him to answer some questions. Janet walked me into the bathroom. I stared into the mirror..