“He doesn’t just want to look at them,” Ben said, as though talking to a moron. Sighing, I looked around again apprehensively. No one was paying...us any attention, and Richard was now holding court, talking to the landlord and his wife and a couple of regulars. Quickly I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers, and by rocking from cheek to cheek I inched them down to the hem of my dress. From that point it was a little more difficult. I tried to be quick, pull them down, but only. When I go up to Birdie Beach I usually park in the normal carpark just to see what is going on since that is the main nudist area. But then I walk south of the point far enough that I have some privacy. That is what I did.Once I got 100m or so south of the carpark I decided to strip down to my speedos which were a pair of white AussieBum Coolabah’s like the ones pictured here.These speedos are really hot, the fit snug and low on my hips. They are super see through when we though but are a. We were all starting to get tired.Yes, I considered the possibility of getting pregnant. I just didn't care. I desperately needed to be fucked, and I decided to deal with the consequences later. Four weeks and a couple of home pregnancy tests later, it was time to face those consequences. Of course, it wouldn't stop me from getting laid.Strangely enough, it didn't bother me at all that I was pregnant. I didn't feel nauseous, my breasts got even bigger and about ten times more sensitive, and. My half-erect penis flopped back and forth with each rung of the ladder. Once on the floor, I looked around. The door to the cabin was open, and I saw Mom sitting in the rocking chair on the porch.I quietly watched her for a few moments. I realized with a start that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index finger around it.I stepped toward the screen door and opened it quietly. As I stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I.