Still wet, but feeling somewhat better, she planked down in a lawn chair behind the camper in the gathering dimness of late evening and started in on ...he iced tea to rehydrate, even while Jason was hosing himself down."Fun day," Sandy grinned from under the awning of Second Home a few feet away. "I thought it went real well." Not bad," Vicky shook her head. "But I will be damned if I want to get into that hot, smelly wool outfit again tomorrow. Do you think they'd get pissed if I wore a tank. It's not this fucking prick's first rodeo, thought Sarah, a thought which only served to make her more wet. As Patrick blocked off the door, Sarah slid her hand down his chest to locate his belt which she swiftly discarded before opening his suit pants button and zip. The thought of him checking out her thong covered ass in the bar earlier and making him hard had awoken in her a feverish sexual appetite for his big penis. It didn't take her long to fish out his swollen cock. She gazed at it in. I had the truck parkedjust out the back door where there were no lights. I picked up each girl andtossed her onto the rolled out sleeping bag. Before closing the lid on thebed I decided to put a nylon tie around each of the girl's ankles. I could barely see them in the dark, but I loved the gentle, desperate mewingI heard. I shut the cover on the bed and drove into the back garage, readyto pick up my three passengers from the cage. I was damn near ready to blow with anticipation by the time I. We are just people living in a house. We cook, we clean, we do the gardening, we even entertain, all the same as everybody else, we just happen to be naked. It doesn't interfere with anything, and really, it's just better." * On the drive home Marsha and I were both quiet. I had had a lot to think about, and I guess Marsha did too. Those words Becky spoke kept repeating in my head "...it's just better". Finally Marsha spoke, "If you go thought with this at work, does that mean I would have to.