Jub hum kamry ki tarf ja rahy thay har band daikh kar apna lund pakdny par majbor ho raha tha kamry jaty hi ammi nay gown utar dia us waqat bra pantie...main the aur muchy pakd kar kiss karny lagi phir cigrate jlai aik muchy di aur aik khud peeny lagi phir ammi nay shrab ki bottel niklai apny liy pag bnya aur pee gai.Phir main nay ammi ko pakd kar kiss ki ammi bilcul nashy main ja chuki thi bilcul gashti lag rahi thi phir ammi nay mery kapdy utary aur mera lund mo main lay kar chosny lagi mery mo. ”“I asked him if he would and he said he wasn’t sure, but he was thinking about it.”“Then I asked him if he would be jealous, he said that he thought he would, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that if it was just sex, what could he be jealous of?”“Is that how men think?” She asked“I don’t know, maybe. I’m sure some do.”“Is that how you think?” She asked“You mean if I was to let you fuck another guy?” “Yes.” She said.“I haven’t given it much thought, I guess.” “Would you. I decided to squeeze in a quick shave of my almost week-old stubble and was annoyed by the constant interruptions from Kristy who was adamant about fixing her eyes "just right" for non-nudist colony viewing. Somehow she slipped in between me and the mirror and her bouncy behind started a slow grind into my suddenly heated groin. Her mama and sister were already down in the lobby saying their "goodbyes" to our nude friends and neighbors for the past week and I was losing interest in shaving and. The evening and beyond We eventually came down sometime in the mid afternoon and raided my fridge. We had three ice cold beers and I put a pizza in the oven. “What’s happening tomorrow?” I asked, as we munched through our snack. “Let’s go somewhere tasteful,” suggested Laura. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “I don’t know, but somewhere artful and nice,” she said. “How about Doddington Hall?” Suggested Ashlie. “Where’s that?” I asked. “Doddington?” Said Laura, sarcastically. “OK smarty.