There's an openness and freedom to being a nudist here. It's like there aren't any secrets or inhibitions. I've never felt so in-touch with myself bef...re." That might be true. But we're sisters. And I'm with my son."Aunt Helen shrugged. "So? What's the problem?"With that said, Aunt Helen dropped her robe and stood butt naked in our room. My jaw dropped. So did mom's. Neither of us were expecting that.She looked great. She had the body of a normal woman her age. And she was completely unabashed. I went looking into tax records for the name and hada hit. There was a listing for a Paul Edgecomb in Lake Charles,Louisiana. It even listed a phone number for him there.I figured that it was Paul's grandson or maybe even his greatgrandson's phone number but I felt it was worth a shot. I picked up thephone and dialed the listed number. The person that answered the phonewhen it rang gave the greeting of "Porter's Retirement Home".I asked to possibly speak to Paul Edgecomb and was curtly told. I even watch a handful of other people doing it. I masturbate until I think I am dehydrated from the excitement of it all. I can’t wait for my turn. I am really looking forward to a large amount of people watching my husband fuck me. To be perfectly honest, there are a lot of strange things that people are into. So, I understand making sure to explain what they’ll be seeing is crucial. My husband and I like to be watched and even have a little kinky side, but nothing as extreme as what I have. Then as I poured us another drink Tracey started to flirt as usual, with the drink the way she was dressed and the amount of flesh she was showing when she started to talk sex I developed one hell of a hard on and having not had chance to fuck the wife in over two weeks I really needed empty my balls. Tracey noticed my 8” cock making a tent in my trousers and giggled then gave it a play full slap followed by a quick grope which nearly had me exploding in my pants. Then Tracey said she did not.