I scratched at my shirt collar. Even with the collar button open I was itchy. Damn, I hated wearing clothes. I poured a glass of wine and enjoyed the ...roma before tasting it. From the hall I heard occasional laughter and some spoken words (but not what was being said), then silence followed by more laughter.Then Anna came out – naked! “I see by your expression this is a surprise, but ... we talked. Gail asked if we ‘dressed for dinner’. When I stopped laughing, I explained our nudist habit to. After they were gone, I stretched out on the couch to watch The Spiral Staircase that featured Dorothy McGuire as Helen, a mute woman, who becomes the target of a serial killer in 1916. The killer preys upon women with "afflictions". I've seen the movie several times, but it's another one of those I never get tired or watching.Between the rain, my full tummy, and the coziness of the couch, I was dozing in and out as I watched Helen struggle with finding out the identity of the killer. I was. I could feel his bonner with no doubt now pressing on my ass cheeks. Do you want me to keep going? I asked, taking control of the situation. Yes please, he said. I told him how the guy directed the other one to explore my private parts. How he pulled my shorts down and started rubbing my pussy while I had a big dick down my throat. My husband grabbed my hand and put it on his dick giving himself some strokes with my hand. Then he let go and I continued the hand job while telling him the. And this was the one area that I had something to offer in any hope of a relationship. My wit, sense of humor and ability to carry an intelligent conversation had no outlet with girls my own age. I got a good job at an office and I was dealing with computers and account management for clients all over the country and was doing well for myself financially. My friends that had moved down with me ended up moving back due to lack of decent employment after about a year and a half, but I had made.