" She sat on the edge of the bedbeside her son, who was naked and ready to be dressed for the occasion.She reached her hand forward and stroked his fa...e, while her son leanedhis cheek into her fingers. "I was so proud of you when you finally heldback your tears as Grandma Agatha was spanking your bottom in herpanties." I was proud of you too, Roger sweetheart," put in Sonia, sitting behindher friend. She ran her soft fingers up the inside of the boy's leg andheld his thigh in both hands. "Did. The house and time were her own to do as she pleased. So why did she feel like a prisoner in this multi-million dollar mansion? Time, she sighed reminding herself and routine, too much of both. She’d met a young, handsome, passionate politics major out to change the world and ended up with a jaded, right wing office robot, content to mete out the days in comfortable party anonymity, free to take on multiple meaningless corporate directorships that took him all round the country and out of her. That two and half thousand strong audience also had its own fair share of naked bodies with rock hard erections and highly aroused vaginas. Some of those naked bodies were actually Certified Nudists and Clothing Optional Nudists but a good deal of them were not. A lot of people just decided to get naked where they sat just because they felt like it and because it made it just so much easier for them to get at their penises and vaginas. Men could stroke their own cock, or some one else’s, much. She hated how as soon as the fantasies stopped, and she was able to stop thinking about him, he'd show up at her door step again, as if he was there to remind her of who he was and what they were. He was taunting her. "Dammit, Iris, pull yourself together." She hastily rubbed her temples trying to get him out of her mind. "He's just a man." With that thought she turned out her light and got beneath the covers, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow. * "Dammit, Ash, you are a grown.