“What’s this?” asked Jules. “Lasagne?”“Similar, I guess,” I said. “It’s a Greek dish called Moussaka. It’s made it with lamb inste...d of beef, and layered with vegetables instead of pasta. Aubergine and potato.”The Moussaka was a big hit. There were moans and groans of pleasure as they dug in, and soon enough I was presented with three completely clean plates.“That was amazing,” said Mary, “so come on, spill. Yesterday you couldn’t boil an egg, and today you’re MasterChef. What gives?”I finally. My voyage of discovery revealed that the nudist players were all quite comfortable in their nakedness and most of them were perfectly willing to show all even when engaged in all manner of erotic positions with new friends and neighbors. I think that some of the friends we had made had incorrectly assumed that Nora and the two girls Kristy and Julie were my wife and daughters and that made them even more frenzied to include us in their enthusiastic orgies.My Nora had displayed a sudden liking. I immediately notice it is drenched, already. The material cannot contain anymore liquid, it is fully saturated. I am so impressed! She takes her thong off showcasing her exquisite, delicate sopping wet pussy, clean shaven and glistening in the artificial light. So succulent, my mouth waters, my stomach growls. I help her to do a half cartwheel so she's standing on her hands, then I pick her up, with several giggles, impressed notes coming from her. I hold her upside down and use the tip. He smiled and entered the bathroom that was still resonating with my screamed question. He closed the door behind him and took the towel holding it up to let it unfold as he approached me. “You didn’t answer me.”, he said in his smooth calm voice. I was lost in his constant gaze that briefly went over my naked body before it settled on my face. I felt ashamed for raising my voice at him and I spoke softer now, though not exactly thinking my words through. “W-What was the question...?” .