"I love being naked, but I also like having Paul take my clothes off to get me that way."Brad got a big grin on his face, turned to Sally and said, "W...ll, this place is clothing optional. If we want to get dressed, we can." We'd look out of place," Kim said."Who gives a shit? When did we ever do anything because it was expected?" Sally said.The teens talked about the idea of getting dressed and finally decided that there was only a couple of days left and it wouldn't be that bad. Sally. I needed to become a bigger part of their lives; I needed to be a father to my angels, in every respect. Myself, I could get away with wearing the same clothes for a year, but they could not. Besides, I needed to get some new clothes too, since I had lost about thirty pounds during my depression, and it showed in my gaunt face and hanging clothes.Now, as far as my finances are concerned, I was ok. I did get a huge settlement from the city and another from the insurance company upon the death of. At 9.30 pm Sandhya came to terrace and sat beside me. I was lying on the floor and looking at the sky. I was wearing a lungi and Banian. Sandhya was wearing a nighty. She came to me and layed on the floor beside me. She told me happily , after a long time she is really happy on that day. It was all because of me. Then i asked her for that what she is going to give me. She came very near to me . She first inserted her hand in my hair and dragged my head towards her face. She was just looking. You feel my swollen dick against your buttocks. I hear a soft sigh escaping. You're hot, but we are surrounded by people. I put a hand on your hip. You turn your head away, but don't seem to bother about my hand. You blush. Slowly my hands slides down until I feel the warmth of your naked skin, unhindered by the textile of your skirt. Now my hand slides up again. Along your leg, under your skirt to feel the soft roundness of your buttocks. You're wearing a G-string, so your buttocks are naked..