It felt like old times, like in high school when I would have had my way with all of them then and there. My g-string was soaked. The tiny scrap of fa...ric teased my pussy every time I shifted position. Hey, I said, introducing myself, sizing them all up myself. I made a point to lean forward every time I shook one of their hands, just so that they could get a better look down my dress, and also so that I could feel my g-string move up again and again against my tender little pussy lips. Hey,. On his return he passed by our tent and said hello. To my wife’s horror I invited him to join us for a beer and he went and got his chair from outside his tent and joined us. It turned out John was married but his wife hated naturism so every year he went away for a few weekends by himself. I explained that this was my wife’s first go at naturism and explained her worries. With that John said she shouldn’t worry and she should be happy with showing off her body, which made her blush. We chatted. OUR ... cabin for the next two weeks.”“Our?” I was in a little bit of shock.“Yeah. Yours and mine,” Diana said tentatively.“And the others?” I wondered how far this went.“The others are rooming with a friend or lover. Before I explain any more, let’s grab the luggage and go inside. Then we can sit down and talk about the rest of everything.”“There is more?” I knew I shouldn’t have done this.“Yes, Mick. There is a lot more,” she admitted.I took several seconds to consider my position. If I was. "And you're pretty fresh for a co-ed in her first year of college," he replied."That's why they call us freshmen," she beamed back at him and shook out a cigarette and offered it to him."We aren't supposed to smoke in municipal vehicles," Mike said, taking the offered cigarette."You aren't supposed to look up the skirts of teenage college girls either I bet?" she sniggered.She offered him a light and then lit her own cigarette."It's a cheerleader outfit; you're not showing me anything I.