Thanks just the same. Now I don't have a way home, is there a chance I could crash here until the morning?" Where do you live?" That isn't the problem...really. I was staying with my boyfriend and he lives across town. My parents aren't in the state so I have nowhere to stay if I'm not in good with my boyfriend." Let me know where he lives and I'll get some people together to pick up your stuff. Feel free to stay here for as long as you need. Don't use the phone unless I approve your calls, don't. We went into the kitchen and he sat at the table where there was a pile of washing to be put away and loads of washing up to be done I made the excuses I hadn’t had time to tidy up yet with getting the k**s to school and needing a shower, I said I’ll make your drink and go get dressed, he replied you don’t have to get dressed on my account grinning again he leant over the table and grabbed at some of my underwear that was in the pile of clean washing to go away and said I bet you bloody sexy in. I felt a little stirring in my pants as I looked at her. It embarrassed me a bit, so I crossed my legs. "I guess you didn't expect this," stated Becky almost questioningly. "I guess I should have," I replied, "you did say you've been a nudist your whole life. " "Actually, we prefer the name, naturist," Becky corrected. "My two roommates here are also naturists. We all met in university. Karen and I were renting a house for students, when we discovered that we had this in common. We always left. His fingers begin to play with my pussy, pinching my lips, stroking my clit, teasing my hole. He pulls the lips outward and apart, then presses them together. Sometimes he caresses gently, sometimes he pinches as hard as he can. I take it all, reveling in the attention, enjoying the thought of how hard his cock must be.He slips a finger deep inside me, then two, and explores my pussy. As he brushes my g-spot, I let out an involuntary moan, and he knows he has me. He begins a rhythmic stroking,.