On the same day that their ID bands would activate an official from The Council of Lifestyle Nudism would arrive and gather up every piece of personal...clothing the two possessed. This could happen anytime before or after the ID band activated on the Sunday. In Susan and Jack’s case all their clothing would be held in safe storage until the Monday after the seventh day of the Lifestyle Awareness Week. After this it would all be returned to them so they both could resume their ‘normal’ lives once. The young woman we had saved from her grave looked exactly as I'd expected.Sara had on a what I gathered was standard for the Colonial Puritan period. Her full-length black dress was covered by a waist length black jacket highlighted with white lace and large white wrist cuffs. Her outfit was completed with a starched white bonnet, a high-collar white bib fastened with a narrow black ribbon tied around her neck in a simple overhand bow and a she wore a white apron typical of her times.We've all. I carried my badge since approaching anyone dressed as I was could easily get me shot. I ran through the back streets and around the parking lots as I kept track of the time not the distance I ran. I always expected to find a broken door, hear a burglar alarm, stumble on a robbery, or maybe a murder victim, but alas so far I found a stray cat or dog now and then. If they were small enough I carried them with me to the cafe. The waitress there either found them a home or called animal control. When he felt his dad's dick pressing against his throat, his natural reflex was to gag and fight back, but Anthony pushed that feeling down. Which was good because Daniel pushed forward, his dick burying in his son's throat. "Oh fuck, there's no feeling in the world like a man's throat on your dick", Daniel groaned as he pulled back.He started fucking his son's mouth, using long slow strokes. But he quickly sped up as his orgasm built to it's peak. His balls slapped against Anthony's chin, a.