I felt even more at ease than the previous day. I slipped off my shoes and then my socks. Feeling in no rush, I tucked my socks into my shoes, befor... taking off my shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the ground. I undid my belt, and unzipped my jeans sliding them slowly to the floor, relishing ever moment of this new found freedom. They were folded and added to the pile. I stood there for a moment in my tight white briefs before reaching both hands inside the waist and slowly. All the old woman required was that she date decent and smart men, and she gave them a hard but unbiased screening for that. But the pressure of studies at college and the strictness of the supervision still meant that Naomi Hatara barely dated during her first year at college. And any more physical activity was reduced to nothing. The studying came easier, or with more assurance, in her sophomore year, and the regulation of her behavior was also somewhat relaxed. Between those two factors, she. Or a sort of heaven anyway. After months of flirting with one of the trainers at the gym, a short, toned 20-something with dyed black hair named Nadia, he had bit the bullet and went for it. He walked right up and asked her if she might like to see his house sometime. She knew he was married but she did not give a damn. He was just over 40, kept himself in great shape, and she thought marriage was a joke anyway. If his wife wasn't hot enough to keep him interested that was hardly Nadia's. “We did once, just out in my backyard. We slipped out my window and sat naked in the backyard swing. We were both so excited and horny. That was before we went to the nude resort last summer though. We were both still virgins and hating that we were.”“You mean we all lost out cherries together at the beach?”“Yes, Silly. You got both our cherries and it was the best time of my life too.”“Thanks, Molly. I guess I’ve just taken you for granted all those years that you and Bonnie teased and.