It was me, looking all old and haggard. Then someone grabbed my hand. “Come on Nadia, before we get arrested.”Now we were running and I felt like ... was straining to keep up. I was getting out of breath I had to stop for minute. But as soon as I stopped, I was tackled and put in handcuffs and chucked into a wagon with other naked women. When the cop slammed the door I came too on Principal Louis’s couch.“That could not have been real. Old me, fighting for naked rights?”“I am afraid so.”“But, why. "But doesn'tit bother you that you're ogling me? I mean, knowing who I am up here?"I tapped at my forehead."I should," he admitted. "But I'm finding that my libido distracts mefrom it." What's even weirder," I added, "is that the craving I - or we, orwhatever - always had to be accepted, liked, attractive - is justoverwhelming me when it comes to this." It's strange," Joe agreed. "It's a fulfillment on both sides. It'slike we're allowing our emotions to overrule our minds here." Maybe," I said,. Somehow that only made it sexier for me.Our eyes met and neither one of us had to say anything. We both knew this was something we wanted. Something we never dared admit to, but now that it was happening it seemed ridiculous that we hadn’t done it before now. Sue licked the tips of three fingers of her right hand and reached down to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed her clit with deliberate intent. I’d never seen another woman masturbate before. It felt like an exquisite privilege.“Touch. Don’t let those guys get too done. Both Mom and me like our steaks on the medium-rare side.”“Got it. Yours will be off the grill in a minute, and mine a minute or so later.”Lynette stepped up to me and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek before she spun around and bounced her cold, but smokin’ hot body in the warmth of her living room.When I carried the platter with the steaks back into the house, I wasn’t too surprised to see that Mrs. R had changed into her own swimsuit while I was out back.