Jean in St. Barts with a bit of trepidation. This was my first trip to the island– something I’d been needing deep down in my soul for years. It h...d been a stressful few years, and I’d finally quit finding reasons why I shouldn’t go, stopped listening to the logical part of my mind that said the money would be better-spent elsewhere, and said the hell with it, packed a bag, and left for a week. I’d traveled light– a simple hiking pack with a week’s clothes, a book, and a camera in it. I’d buy. .. can you hug an old friend?" asked Jill as she held her arms out."Er ... I'm not sure I can. I'm not at all used to all this nudity." Okay, then ... What about a handshake, then?" I stood up, walked over to her and we shook hands."So, how long have you been a naturist?" All my life."I didn't know what to say. Jill sat down on the bed next to me. We talked for a bit and caught up on old times. Like me, Jill was in her freshman year at the local college; however, while I had chosen to go into. I can’t be possessive.”“What does it mean to be possessive?”“That I own something ... or someone.”“Can you really ‘own’ someone?”“No. Not really, unless we revert to slavery or they totally submit themselves.”“Ergo, you really have no right to be possessive of them. Even if they grant you that ownership, they could withdraw it at any time.”“Jealousy?”“The kind you’re worried about would be a fear of loss – a loss of something you ‘possess’.”“Ah, I get it. So, what do you feel. Gina must not have been more than five-foot-two. I went back to my place in front of Bridget and took out my cock. I’d grown a little longer according to Patty. I was now at eight inches in length but the girth was what set me apart from most other guys. I’m not complaining because I loved the sight of my head penetrating their folds and like a wedge open them up to take in the entire shaft.Sitting up and next to each other both Gina and Bridget got to watch as I stroked it a few times to make.