And I love her too. Brat’s awesome.’ ‘Its late Jessie, you need to sleep now, I’m turning your phone off until morning. Okay if I sleep in you... roomie’s bed?’ ‘Um, I wouldn’t. No telling what you might catch.’ ‘Is she sick or something?’ ‘No, but some of the people she brings over and her do some pretty sick things.’ I grinned. I figured Carolyn would either go ahead and risk sleeping in Trisha’s bed, or grab the spare blankets and pillows and sleep on the couch in the commons like I had. But again, people had a right to be different, and the nudists had as much a right to be different as the Amish. Roger felt he could tolerate being around the nudists, and what the hell? In time he might even come to enjoy it.Friday afternoon was coolish, and not weather in which Roger felt like he wanted to spend time outside in the nude, so for once not feeling very sociable, he decided to just hang around the motor home and finish reading a book he'd started days before. It was a good J.D.. That wasn’t it … she smiled at me and shook her head in bemusement.She had each of the women with the a****ls repeat the story they had told about me entering their village, my being asked to mate with their a****l, and my acceptance and success in mating. There was a strong murmur when the llama was identified as my mating partner in her village. Apparently, that wasn’t a common thing. It was hushed. The woman asked Sylvia about me, having her repeat something of my history with a****ls before. Then she began to shudder and just seemed to enter a whole new dimension. Then she started screaming and cumming and I came too. It was incredible. We both collapsed next to each other and just laid there for a while, savoring the moment. She was the most incredible lover I had ever had. We showered and went to dinner. We then walked the streets of Georgetown and talked. It was a beautiful evening for both of us. We walked back to the hotel suite and she took a long, slow bath. She loves baths.