For them it's either a long drive or an airplane flight, for me a short drive from NYC. The cost is not cheap but hardly an issue. I could afford...it by myself, but my mother still insists on paying the bill. But most days, my mother no longer walks down to one of the places where people spend the day sunbathing nude in small groups. It's usually about a mile from the public access to where the nudists are, and this sometimes acts as a filter for people who would otherwise participate. My. Below the penis was a dangling scrotum sack that still had water dripping off it into the hot-tub. That scrotum sac was bracketed by two strong legs that still had some youthful strength in them from Hank’s squash playing days. All together Hank wasn’t too bad a specimen of manhood if anyone was making judgments.As for Tom’s mother ... well ... she was something different all together! Lynn Barry was about five years younger than her husband but right now she could have been twenty years. The man continued to engage her in animated conversation as if his wandering hand did not belong to him. Elizabeth lost track of the conversation. She simply nodded and smiled at the man’s remarks. All she could think of was the fingers that had started to gently feel between her legs. Elizabeth opened her legs. The man continued his gentle conversation as if nothing was happening under the table, but his fingers stroked insistently through Elizabeth’s tights and knickers. Elizabeth found. Our passions had been ignited and could not be delayed nor denied. As her arms went around my neck I slid her skirt up to her waist … she didn’t protest as I began to remove her panties. Next my finger fumbled with the button on my trousers and zipper, finally they fell to my ankles along with my underwear. There was no foreplay, no whisperings of love, only the need to possess her completely. She scooted toward the front of the desk and I entered her suddenly causing her to gasp. The position.