Dorothy smiled nervously and shook her head.“They are kept in a safe in the Colonel’s office,” she replied, “I couldn’t let you in there,”...she cast an eye at the papers, “well, I suppose we shall have to get you started then.”“Thank you,” he sat opposite her and leaned on the desk, “this will be my typewriter?”“Yes,” she looked at the second typewriter, “it will be your typewriter,” she leaned back and studied him for a moment. The white collarless shirt and braces hid a muscular torso and she. “Can I take this bikini off you so I can see and explore every inch of your body and so I can see your pussy getting wet?” I asked. “You don’t have to ask me to do that Sam,” She replied. I got onto the bed and place my hands on either side of her hips grabbing onto the bikini and started sliding them down her long tanned legs revealing her sweet shaven pussy to me. I could tell she was really wet because as soon as I took them off some of her fluids started oozing out of her. “Hmm, you are. . and just ordinary English Breakfast tea ... none of the fancy stuff like Earl Grey or those flavoured things he had come to despise ... just good old fashioned tea ... brewed in a pot and served hot! Lovely, he thought!“Ummm ... well ... I guess it’s no big deal after all. I haven’t thought about it much since that mum and her kids passed us in the carpark building and everyone down the street here seems to be pretty accepting off this new trend. I think I did see one other nude couple. That was part of the problem, actually. He had noticed the signs that his sons were sniffing about this or that girl on the estate. But all boys did that, and he hadn't given it a thought. And he almost never went up to the manor itself. He told himself that was why he hadn't noticed all the pregnant lasses around the place. He had been shocked nearly out of his mind when he walked into the garden, ostensibly to watch his sons marry girls he thought were decent women, only to find that his new.