She would ask my opinion of her outfit that day and then model it for me. I would get a boner and she would pretend not to notice it. Then mom would s...t down and ask me if her panties showed. When I told her that they did she would ask me what they looked like to verify that I really could see them. Then she would ask me if they showed too much, if she should change, or if she should leave those clothes on. Of course I always said that they looked great and that I liked them. She would also. Yeah that's right. The whole mess started because of my hair. Amber thought it was too long. As she kept pointing out, when I was young my hair was fairly short, or as she calls it, 'normal', but then I got a temporary job up on the North Slope in Alaska. During the six months I was up there I just let my hair and my beard go like a lot of the guys did. No problem. Until I came home that is.When I got back to the lower 48 Amber just laughed at me and said that I had to get humanized again. I really didn't think it likely that anyone would stand on a stranger's doorstep to get their jollies though. I looked at my father ready to tell him my thoughts in the matter and I saw him gazing off into the distance grinning, whatever it was he was thinking about pleased him and I wondered what it was."Penny for your thoughts." I grinned."Eh, oh, I was just thinking back to my youth." dad grinned, "Back to the days when your mother wasn't quite so sharp-tongued."He gave a sigh then patted my. "We're staying at a naturist resort in Warwickshire!" she reported the following evening."You told him yet you're not a naturist?" Hell, no!" she bit fiercely. "And I don't intend to!"At this rate, I reflected, she would never have to — she'd be converted."And Sally," I asked."She's..." Ginny paused. "She's enjoying it, I think. I'm surprised."I wasn't. Once women have a successful outing to a naturist resort, they tend to be hooked for life."Well, say Hello to Bill while you're there!" Bill?".