’ ‘Do you have any kids?’ ‘John and I have two daughters.’ ‘Are you happy in your marriage?’ ‘I am very happy, I love John and my girl... very much and I feel quite appreciated.’ ‘Why did you run nude today?’ ‘We practice nudism while at home, so thought it would be fun to get out when we saw that we could.’ ‘Your whole family is nudists?’ ‘We wear clothing when necessary, and aren’t part of a group or anything, we just enjoy the freedom of non-clothing while at home.’ ‘Are you an exhibitionist. He seemed to be asleep, so Igently removed his hand, but he replaced it in such agenuine sleepy way that I decided it was anunintentional and unconscious movement on his part andlet it lie. I awoke again to find Tom still apparently asleep buthis hand now moving gently over my body outside myslip, softly stroking me from shoulder to thigh withoutactually touching any of my intimate places. It was allvery bizarre and dreamlike and I was a loss as to whatto do as the teenager’s hand. .. or even sneaked off to my room for a cheeky wank.... But I didn't. I sat there for a long time, paralysed by a devious thought that had entered my mind.You see, at that time the bathroom door wouldn’t lock. The bolt had been wrecked a few weeks earlier during an incident that had involved one of my drunken friends, the shower and a traffic cone (as most student adventures do). It’s a bit of a long story! What’s important is that the lock was broken. I had informed the landlord, who had been. At first site, any girl watching his dick would get afraid, as how she will accommodate the monster and so was I. I straddled him with my legs on his sides and started chewing on his lips. He responded with equal vigor. He was holding me and his hands were rolling on my back. He then started rolling his fingers along my outer thighs and side of my waist. His fingers penetrated elastic band of my pyjama. His fingers touching my panty’s waist band further fueled my passion and I grabbed both his.