"UUuuuHHh!!!" Emma groaned as she climaxed as well, set of by the feeling of my spunk shooting into her.I collapsed onto her sweaty heaving body, comp...etely spent. Emma wrapped her arms around me and gave me a satisfied kiss."You're one helluva lay Emma Watson." I panted out, smiling at her flushed face."You're one helluva fuck yourself Mister." She grinned before kissing me again. I rolled off her and we lay side by side recovering from our exertions."Can I ask, why me Emma?" I said."What do. Her daughter Vickie, who had just turned nineteen, had agreed to come with her so she wouldn't have to travel alone. It was also Vickie's first time at a nude resort.They had arrived Wednesday for the class, and had decided to take a walk this morning, before breakfast. They had ventured into the field to look at some wildflowers mentioned in yesterday's class, when they stumbled, literally, across the remains.Vickie was calmer now, and slightly embarrassed at her nakedness."I guess some people. Finally, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The odor of stale beer hit her nostrils. The bathroom light was on, and although the door was pulled part way closed she could see the bed and Roger's sprawled form laying crossways. The sound of Roger's snoring ripped across the room. It was the sound of the snoring drunk he had become. Dropping her bag, she walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door. Light flooded the main room. Roger had only boxers on and they were urine soaked around. It’s downtown, easy walking distance from my digs. I pushed inside the joint — crowded and noisy.I’d purchased a ticket — a local band was covering Tom Petty — earlier from their box office. The stage was floodlit, which meant the rest of the joint was pretty dark; good news and bad. I’d be tough to spot, but so would Wexler. The place was jumping — loud from the music and from a couple hundred patrons. Maybe more.A sympathetic waitress led me to the one vacant stool at the bar. To maintain.