It is a satire, like all my stories. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me....If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with permission from. .gave me some backstage passes to go visit the locker room area and see the fighters, if we wanted to, which I do, if only to see him again, he,s a funny guy,’ she finished. ‘Wait, you mean that we would get to go see the fighters maybe au natural?’ asked one of the girls. ‘I’m definitely in.’ ‘Me too,’ replied another ‘I kinda want to see that spunky little fighter that fought the last fighter first.’ ‘Alright, who’s the last one going to?’ asked the de facto leader redundantly. No one really. "Oh Matt, you do know that I was in the special forces in the service, don't you?" What do you want from me?" Well, I suspect you have something on my wife and I would like to know what it is." Look Dick, I've laid out a thousand dollars all ready. CeeCee offered to make up for me having to pay it. It was her idea." I can believe that, but knowing CeeCe I'm sure you are taking advantage of her. To remind you of the fact, I imagine she could use a little more money in her paycheck each week.. He took my hand and slowly lead me back towards my bedroom as he started to take off the remainder of my clothes, including the soaking panties that had so closely witnessed my orgasm. Very slowly he laid me down and I was eager to see what he had planned for me next.He started by slowly kissing every inch of my now naked, exposed and throbbing body. While planting kisses everywhere, he lightly rubbed my clit with a finger and then rubbed harder. As I had already had one orgasm by myself, I.