So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already kno...s who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.I do suppose there's no use wearing it any more. She assuredly knows what I wear beneath it. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. His light ebony rod shown like a golden scepter in the light of the movie booth against the darkness of his hands. Plus it was by far the biggest cock I have ever seen in real life, outside of being attached to a horse. If I said anything I don't know what it was. Maybe I just gasped or by instinct he knew what was going to happen next. He turned and put that wonderful manhood through the hole and into my booth. I had sucked a cock once, in. Aaron owned thoroughbreds and stabled them at Peninsula Racing Center in Ocala. We used to go down on Friday nights, occasionally with the girls, mostly just him and me. He owned five horses now, he said.“Any of them winners?” I asked.He just laughed. Then he asked if I wanted to go along with him to Peninsula next Friday night.I should have said no. Later, I would fervently wish that I had said no. But I wanted to see Irene and I said yes.Aaron and Irene lived in Yulee, 30 miles north of me up. Is that ... is that there is a rising acceptance around this country towards ... towards ... towards ... nudism. And by nudism I mean ‘social nudism’ and by social nudism I mean the kind that is practised openly in public. And by public I many people going naked in our own public streets and parks or anywhere else that might be considered a public concourse. As yet this practice seems to be mostly confined to the western provinces - down California and Oregon way. But reports are filtering in.