“I don’t get scared easy. But then, I’m not ready to die a long slow death being buried alive in my own storm cellar.”Holly disappeared back d...wn into the cellar. Throwing out my still soaked t-shirt and underpants, she stepped out still pulling up the elastic bodice of a dingy yellow sundress, struggling to get it up over her boobs.“The hose is over there if we haven’t lost electricity. But,” she held up a finger, “let me run some water into a pan first –AND BE CAREFUL OF THE GLASS!!!”Reaching. What bothers me is that it was by far the mostexciting experience of my life. I am a forty-year-old mother of two sons. I have beenmarried for nineteen years to a wonderful, caring and loving man.Before we had c***dren, Frank liked to take nude photos of me. We have a very large scrapbook of me in steamy poses from fullyclothed to butt naked. That book has been hidden in the basementfor years. I must admit that I have been able to maintain myfigure. I may not be quite as firm as I was, but I am. It would be unseemly for me to be saying, ‘Hey, Lady,’ and ‘Hey, man,’ so what are your names?”“I’m Justin,” the man curtly monotoned.“I’m Krista,” the woman mimicked.“Well,” Jill said, “I’m really glad my aunt and uncle can show you their bright and sunny disposition so clearly.”“Don’t be fresh,” Justin growled.“Would you rather her be rotten?” George smiled, almost letting a “Like you” hang unspoken in the air like the smoke from a cigarette.“Where are you headed?” Jill asked brightly.“I’m on. The stranger waved and disappeared from my view. I lay down letting the warm rays from the sun caress my naked body. I must have dozed over and was awakened by a sudden coolness. Bloody clouds, I thought, but opening my eyes, found myself being gazed at from a young guy in his mid thirties.My eyes were drawn to his massive erection, oh yes he was totally nude. "Want to have some cock fun?" asked this stranger. "What, with me?" I replied. "Yes," came the answer, "I like the look of your.