I grabbed the phone book and sat in the recliner (since Dad and Mom were sitting next to each other on the couch -- a rare occurrence.). “You should...sit on a towel as long as you’re naked, Nick,” Mom said. She left the room and returned with a towel folded in half. She had me get up and spread it for me to sit on.I couldn’t find ‘nudist’ in the yellow pages. When I told Mom what I was looking up, Dad said, “There’s that place out by that lake ... what’s the name of it?”“What place?” Mom asked. It blanketed her with a warm, pervasive sense of pleasure. A feeling of comfort and hominess. Like the smell of a fresh-baked apple pie was to some, then so the scent of Andrea's pussy was to her.She couldn't say why this was ... it just was. She had always liked the smell of pussy, hers included, but something about being buried in Andrea's sweltering confines, just sent her over the top. It was rich and thick, and ever so naughty. She buried her face deeper into Andrea's crotch, rubbing her. Diesmal aber drückte er mich etwas gegen die Wand, so dass ich nach hinten nicht mehr ausweichen konnte. Dabei hatte er meinen Steifen in der Hand und wichste ihn jetzt offen. Ich konnte ihn fast nicht mehr massieren, so erregte mich die ganze Situation.Doch dann stoppte er, griff mein Glied fest mit einer Hand und setzte meine Eichel an seiner Rosette an.Mir stoppte das Herz! Ich hatte schon ausführlich über Analsex gelesen – aber dass ich das jetzt erleben sollte – das hatte ich nicht. It was more the fantasy of having Dee Dee and Donnie there all the time. Just to see those soft round bodies, those blue-green eyes. Hear those soft southern drawls. Damn that would be sweet. I made a semi-decision.“Look girls. We’ve known each other for less than a week. Donnie, we’ve been together just a few hours. I want to move forward. But I want to do it sanely. I want you to get to know me. My little flights of verbal fancy might be cute the first few times. After about a hundred of them.