Adrienne peeked cautiously through the door. The room was dark. Shades were drawn over the windows, dimming the room in to a pleasant dusk. A large...wooden desk stood near one wall with a computer sitting on top of it. Papers were strewn everywhere, in piles, in folders, in wire baskets. There were two chairs sitting against the wall opposite the desk, and a large gray metal filing cabinet stood in the corner. Professor Johnson was there, leafing through some papers, one of the. Another stroked her rosette with his wet finger and tried to stick his finger in her asshole. Everyone gradually fetched their semi-hard cocks out of their wide trousers and began to jerk them off, touch my wife's body with their links, and continue to touch, caress, and massage her. My wife seemed to like that, even if she continued to seem a little absent.Suddenly I noticed a movement on the other side of the curtain. Two semi-changing Arabs, about 17 or 18 years old, put their heads in, put. Tom Barry squeezed his cock hard then began a slow easy stroke that felt just amazing.As Tom began masturbating he made sure he was facing out into the lake so no one on shore could see what he was doing - not that there was anybody about to start with but Tom still felt too circumspect about this whole nudist thing to risk the idea that he was being watched. Tom continued stroking his penis until it was no longer just semi-erect but fully erect and standing proud and solid out over the edge of. Looking at Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali, I apologized to them for my narrow-minded views. Seriously, I had no right to be so mean to them. Smiling, Khadija told me she forgave me, as did Fatima. We exchanged a heartfelt hug, all three of us, and then I went home. The next time I went to the Masjid, I prayed for clarity. While exiting the Masjid, I ran into another friend of mine. Nadeeya Osman and I have known each other for years, but she’s always been one of those people I disapproved of..