“You’ve been served,” the man coughed, “With apologies. I know that the holidays are an awful time to get served.”Tara looked very faint and...Trish rushed to get her some water, especially as her shaky hands now opened the envelope given to her by the process server. It was a subpoena, issued on behalf of a Wanda Harmon, in the matter of her pending divorce from a Roger Harmon ... Tara’s own husband. That could not be ... unless?“Well, I can’t believe this ... bigamy? Really? I know that Roger. I’m sorry.’ ‘It’s okay.’ ‘You really didn’t look?’ ‘Well, I looked at first to see if you were okay, but when I saw what you were doing, I closed my eyes.’ ‘Oh. Um, thank you for respecting my privacy.’ I shrugged and closed my eyes. Mary was silent for a while, then said ‘Trent?’ I opened my eyes. ‘Hm?’ ‘Did you want to watch?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh.’ She was silent for a moment. ‘Um… do you mind…’ She began, but trailed off. ‘What?’ ‘Would you mind cuddling with me again?’ ‘Of course not.’ She moved. She stands about five foot seven or eight, a gorgeous face with cat-like green eyes, behind designer glasses and curly auburn hair, which is always styled in a feathery soft look. Her body is something to behold huge breasts and from what I could tell, sometimes very stiff large nipples. She has an incredibly slim waist which flares to very womanly hips. Once again another great feature of hers is her gorgeous, shapely legs. She works in the warehouse office and always wears stockings and short. How this all came about was simply that my place got a reputation for being very relaxed and liberal and Europeans like that. I guess the ones who had experienced some sexual fun told others what could be on the menu.One day I got an email request, was my place suitable for a nudist couple wanting a nudist holiday? My initial reaction was that it was impractical but I gave it some thought. The whole place is private so that wasn’t a problem, I checked to see if I needed any permits, but it was.