When the milkman opened the milk box, I opened the front door. He looked up at me in surprise, then smiled slightly and stood. He had a glass bottle i... each hand, one milk and one cream, and a little paper bag pinched against the milk bottle with one finger. He had brass and silver rings on his fingers.“Would you mind coming in for a minute?” I asked. “I have a question for you about my order.”“Of course you do.” He smiled and I closed the door behind him.He put the bottles and paper bag on the. “We met this couple,” she said, allowing both her men to play with her tits as she spoke. “We were down at the nudist beach and we met them there, they were new to it and asked us if there were any rules. We told them that they could go anywhere but if they were interested in sex, to stay in the dunes.”“Did you fuck with them?” Craig asked.“Not the first time no,” she replied, “they are older than us, they were farmers in Wales and have retired down here. They are a lovely couple, we got on. ..maybe a cock fest tour one day...but not frickin pirouettes like a music box.You have no idea unless you’ve done ballet or done a ballerina in a tight alley or alcove just how useful and raunchy formal dance is to a sex life. Shit you can stretch your body in all sorts of directions for great sex, awesome deep penetration and pussy pleasing angles.I was late because I had had quality girl on girl time with my music teacher’s niece Gabby...alone this time...not with some randy old music. Turns out were very similar. Both our parents broke up when we were young, we never had too many friends growing up, and we were both musicians. Several blocks later Ashleys house arrived. It was located on the right side of the street. It was a nice two story house, nothing special but nice. The garden in the front was a mess however, and the porch was beginning to fade. Ashley and I said our goodbyes and parted our separate ways. The Parties Begin: After several months of school had passed.