" Well?" Well what?" What do you think about the fact that your father and I are naturalists, now that you've had a chance to think about it?" I guess...it's okay, if that's what you and Dad want to do. I just don't know if I'm ready for it. I like the idea of being topless, and after yesterday I guess that there's no need to be shy around the house, but I don't think I want to go to nude beaches and stuff like that, not right now anyway." I can understand how you feel, Jenny. I didn't go naked. By this time, I was pretty happy from the amount of margaritas I had consumed. He was standing next to me talking to one of the other guests, named Mike. Mike said, “Wow! Ash, you clean up pretty nice. I would have never guessed this body was under all your flannel shirts.” What a jerk! I looked at Jesse and he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You should see her in her workout clothes. It’s freakin’ hot. I must say though, I do prefer what you’re wearing tonight. Stilettos always make. , to which she quickly, and, smartly answered, "I have slippers on!" What a jewel! He gestured to the table and she walked over to the table took off her slippers and lay on her stomach. Now, you have to remember, my wife is blonde, beautifully built and knockout looks, great tan that she works on up on our balcony, and damn near shaved (which leaves nothing to the imagination). The masseur started on her upper back, shoulders, arms, hands, slowly working his way down to the small of her. I lifted her legs up to waist level and began to probe her pussy with my dick. Rachel's eyes smoldered at me as I slowly slid into her steaming love nest. "Oh, God, that feels so good," she groaned as I finally hit my limit and ground our pubes together."Yeah, Rachel. You are burning hot! You feel great," I moaned back.She wrapped her legs about my waist and held onto my shoulders leaning back a bit. This freed my hands so that I could play with her marvelous tits. Our rhythm was not.