His grin. His chest strong and matted hair on it in contrast to the smooth boy sat on the other end of the 3seater. Wearing black Lonsdale boxers and...a silver chain around his neck every inch the chav. He too was slumped, drained from a week’s work and an afternoons drinking. Carl spotted me starring and ordered me to get myself a beer and join them. He slid over to sit in the middle and I took his spot gulping from the bottle. Carl swallowed hard. This was the most nervous I have seen him. It. Whoa, shit ... I'd fuck that! What?David! You're NOT my type. Pyewacket was indignant. Besides, I'm just a kitten."David," said Wendy from the kitchen. There was a pause in her mental processing and she covered it by kitchen stuff.I heard the refrigerator door open. Wendy put away some things. There was clattering and clinking, and drawers sliding out and in. There was humming and water running ... Wendy being domestic."I am shocked. She's just a kitten..." she swore " ... David. Come here and. There is a mystique about her that beckons to be discovered. I would guess her age at mid to late thirties and although I am some fifteen to twenty years older than her, I do look much younger than my actual age, so many people tell me. For that reason I live in hope that she might still consider me as mate material.Oh how I long to hold her in my arms and feel her slender hips press against my body and to feel the firmness of her breasts cushioned against my chest. Today Camila was once again. That sexual arousal was now finding its expression as she jumped on to Tom Barry’s naked body. He had just declared BSC a Lifestyle Nudist zone up until midnight and Belinda was going to take full advantage of that status and fuck his lovely masculine body right there on stage in the main auditorium of BSC. She could have done it anyway regardless of BSC’s status - she was an official Lifestyle Nudist herself after all. But the idea of this place now being open for anyone to fuck anyone at.