He’d never met my new wife and they were telling each other stories and telling stories on me as well. We finally wound up in the living room, Gr...g and Helen sprawled on the couch while I had my usual easy chair. “Remember that time we went to that nude beach?” asked Greg. “Yeah, and I remember how bad we got sunburned because we laid on our stomachs all day,” I laughed. “I’ve never been to a nude beach,” said Helen. “I don’t know if. I parked my car in the road across from the wood, then clutching my carrier bag I walked down the road a little then crossed over and went into the wood.The place I liked to go to was about 200 yds into the woods and over by an old wall that surrounded a large section of the Whipps Cross hospital grounds, you wouldn't go over there normally as it went no where, so for privacy it was ideal!As I walked along I could feel my stockings and suspenders gripping my legs, I could feel the straps of my. .. and directed her halting steps to a chair. A sturdy chair. We made it.“Alice?”Alice had been watching. She was on the spot with a cold, damp towel and a glass of tepid water.“Hi ... I’m Alice,” Alice said. “I’m Abbie’s sister.” She noticed ‘that’ look. “I grew up with Abby ... she’s the only sister I’ve got.“Take it slow with the water ... little sips. Abby? Brandy?”I fetched. Daddy keeps a bottle of Richard Hennessy for occasions. I figured this was one. A splash in a snifter. Mrs Morris. Obviously, she wasn't wearing a bra, and I saw her nipples stiffen involuntarily beneath the thin material as I stared at her.For as long as I could remember, I'd worshipped my mother's body, but my feelings for her had been a mixture of love and hate. I knew about her men, and sometimes women, but she'd always treated me coldly, and since childhood from a physical point of view I'd been lucky to get a brief kiss on the cheek. In fact, I'd never seen as much of her body as this, and I felt my.