I moved back toward his piss hole to catch what I could, but he started cuming too fast and I soon had a sprinkling over my chest with just a taste i... my mouth. He rubbed his liquid-like cum into my chest a bit, then put on his shorts and got out. That let me move around to see what else was up. Quickly I found another guy who wanted a taste of my dick, but we went our separate ways before too long. I went to the end of the second hall where I came upon a really fit, middle age guy totally. During our dinner, the women told me that they had decided during their talk the night before that we were all nudists at heart. As such, there was no reason that we needed to be reserved at home. The news that we would all be walking around the house naked for the next week didn’t come as much of a surprise. After all, Fran as much as told me that she wanted me to try to turn her friend on that night when we went back to the pool. I can’t imagine how the conversation progressed after I went to. I kissed and sucked her lips for 15 minutes. She didn’t respond, but I never cared. I pressed her left boobs, she slapped me hard and pushed me. I pulled her toward me and pressed her both boobs.I pulled down her golden color saree. I can see her boobs were packed inside a golden color blouse. I kissed her cleavage and pressed her boobs and started to unbutton her blouse. She was crying to leave her.“But just one time as accepted,” I told her. She then, at last, switched off the light. I. 1. Grief, 2. Denial, 3. Anger, (That would be the asshole phase), 4. Bargaining, (That would be with God, “I will be a good person and live a good life if….” and in my case, it worked!), 5. Depression (Another phase of asshole behavior), and 6. Acceptance, which is where I was at by the time I started college. I was still feeling emotional bouts of the other phases off and on, but I was in college, doing something with my life, living my life. And for me, sex was a big part of living, and still.