He looked my way again, a look of lust in his eyes as I blurted, “What are you thinking?” Laughing at my question, he began to walk toward me, th... look of a hunter entering his eyes. Was I to be the prey? I gulped in anticipation, my pussy aching and becoming wetter with each step he made. I began to back up, unsure if I should be glad for the advance or run. I slowly backed up toward the back door. He continued to stalk forward. Reaching the door, I turned around and bolted toward the pool.. If I did try cocaine or heroine, I’d probably be hooked. I’ve cheated so much and lied so much about it that I can’t stop lying. Even while I’m doing it, I think to myself that I want to STOP, and I can’t even stop because I’m so mired down in it all that I couldn’t climb back up, no matter how much I want to. I’m spontaneous to the extreme, and that makes it all worse. I know where to go to get what I want, but if I can’t get it there, I keep going. I keep pushing and asking and looking until. Still others have something inside them that makes them yearn to be seen by others."Liz then took over smoothly."But what they all have in common is respect. Respect for their fellow nudists, allowing them to remove as little or as much of their clothing as they choose. They also show respect in not staring, making lewd or unkind comments, refraining from immature jokes and wise cracks, and especially not touching other nudists. These are all major taboos where we are going tomorrow."Back to. Around 10pm (we’d been playing pool since 5pm) Jazza and Ryan asked me if I wanted to go back to their place for a few drinks and we’d pick up something to eat on the way home. What do you think I said?Back at their place we are having a few drinks and in the comfort of their place they acted a lot more like boyfriends – holding hands and stuff.Ryan did ask me if it bothered me at all. I wasn’t at all and I told them that I hadn’t seen guys being casual like that in ages – prolly since I was in.