Let me start by introducing myself, I’m David and at the time of this incident 5 years ago I was 39 and my sexy wife Lucy was 33. We live in London ...ith our two young daughters and live a normal life where we meet friends and family most weekends for sports and social activities, neither of us had ever considered nudism as a one off thing let alone a way of life. It all started when my wife booked us a cheap family holiday to Croatia, neither of us had been there before but we were keen to. All your labor was for classroom credit. Not so this time. This contract is the total amount for the installation. That means you buy materials, hire workers, pay for the firing of the tiles. The same is true for you, Tony. It looks like a lot of money, but no school is paying for the materials. You buy your own plaster, paint, pay your assistants and all your expenses.”“Is it enough?” I asked.“As long as you don’t decide you should live in a castle and eat filet mignon every night.”“Do they. You could see her hard nipples poking through her black and gold speckled bikini. My sister also did not have a Cover up on and her busty chest was pouring out of her black bikini top. The unpadded thin fabric of her bottoms allowed for a defining view of her pussy lips. “You girls need to put something on or you’ll freeze.” My dad said. My mom and sister, both grabbed very short and skimpy robes, they threw them on, and we headed out to the pool and hot tub area. As we made our way to the hot. Damn said the girl, I really need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered.The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how big his tool was, how long he could last. She shivered and thought that perhaps her randy mother had worn him out. Damn, she.