"I've visited plenty of nude beaches in my life." Did you get nude yourself or just visit as a voyeur?" Sheila inquired."I got as naked as everyone el...e. Why do you ask?" I responded."Because our dress code most assuredly is clothing optional when we're in the cabin. Most of us go skyclad when we aren't working or cooking, or if safety requires we remain covered up. I'm glad that you're comfortable with this," Sheila said, as she pulled her sweater over her head and exposed her braless chest.I. The coaches rode in the front and there was plenty of room for the cheerleaders if they weren't going in a separate van.I was worried about Whitney being on a bus of all boys and apparently the school administration was, too. Mrs. Hammer wanted her to ride in the cheerleader vans, but Coach put the brakes on that. Instead, Mrs. Abernathy, the JV cheer coach, rode the bus with the team. She wanted Whitney to sit in the front seat with her, but Whitney flat out refused to ride with the coaches. Except for the color of your skin" says Patrick.Everyone says that, "Its all in the genes" I say. We both were blessed with flawless skin. Mines being a nice rich chocolate. Leticia was a peach color . We had fun that night Flirting and dancing the night away. I saw Patrick ogling leticia's ass and it was turning me on. After the club , Patrick dropped us home. We showered and went straight to bed. We shared my queen sized bed. We had our backs to each other. When I awoke Leticia was fast. ~ Minutes later they are having a coffee in the café next door to the gallery. He and she, sipping away, savouring the deep flavours, they sit quietly in a corner of the café. She has her back to the wall, looking out into the room so that she can see. ‘So what brings you to the gallery?’ he asks. ‘My work is in the art world,’ she answers formally, incompletely. He raises his eyebrows, a non-verbal invitation for her to continue. Nothing. ‘The art world? What do you do?’ ‘I own a gallery in.