‘I hate her!’ Georgie cried, ‘I don’t want to see her again! I don’t want to go to that horrible apartment any more!’ She curled into my a...ms, sobbing on my chest. Harry was obviously upset but struggling manfully to conceal it. ‘How can she say you hit her? She hit you. We both saw it. That’s why Georgie wasn’t very happy over the weekend.’ ‘Your Mum is upset and confused. She misses both of you …’ ‘Well, it’s her own fault!’ Georgie declaimed. ‘She is still your Mum and she loves you …’. Naturists are nude but we have clothing as well. JP and I take turns modeling the new clothing we just bought. JP wants to see if I like boxers, briefs or boxer/briefs so he models each one for me to choose. He’s worn boxers for years because they are the next best thing to being nude, I don’t know why but I like the briefs better. After we modeled the clothing I suggest a game of truth or dare, we’ve played before and it’s always fun. JPs rents are out of town for the weekend and it adds. Hobbling around gave me the opportunity to explore my sexualality. I had been confused after 2 divorces. What I was..straight, gay, submissive, dominant, bi... I have always been different than any others, finding both sexes appealing. What did it mean. I felt weird eating my own cum after jacking off, sometimes off a fake cock, but loved it. I always wanted to be dominated, sought online experiences, phone sex, dreamnt about being the "party favor" in a sex party, for both women and men.. He let theweapon skitter across the stone floor as he uncoiled it, and the spectatorswere rewarded with an almost but not quite invisible flinching of that magnificentform as the leather hissed softly across paves. Watching, Gracusallowed the prisoner before him a little time to anticipate what was to follow,as arranged with the whip-master outside. Her gaze was still defiant,but now the Romaner could almost believe he saw a slight strain of fear creepinginto those cold blue eyes. Alert as.