It surprised me when after dinner she took out a bottle of cheap whiskey and two shot glasses. This was no small town farm girl, that’s for sure. Al...a had two more shots and said, “you know how I met my husband”? I said no, Alma replied. I met him in a whore house in St. Louis. He was a dumb farmer who fell in love with me and I married him to get out of “the life”. I miss it sometimes, especially lately. The men are all off at war and all of us “farm women” are lonely, one like me who has. “Yes, I was here all this time! you jerk!” Kendall said as she reached down and pinched his dick as a payback.“Ouch!” Paul exclaimed.Gina and the other mothers saw it and they all laugh.After a few days one afternoon. Beth, Susan and Elizabeth were sitting on the lounge chair in Susan’s back porch cabin. David and Chris were standing and chatting. So as the rest of the kids, Kara, Gina, Leah and Erin. Everybody having a snack. As usual everybody is naked.Paul saw his mom reaching for bread and. That’s our signal to begin.I reach around and unbutton your jacket and slide it off your shoulders and then I tell you to turn around. I step back and tell you to unbutton your blouse. You undo the buttons on your cuffs and then unbutton the front of your blouse. As you get to the last button you pull the blouse out of your skirt and I tell you to stop. I didn’t’ tell you to pull it out of your skirt. I open a small black bag and take out a paddle; it is short and black and has a leather. One woman passed along in front of ‘our’ beach proudly naked striding down the sand.But that was it. I strolled along the beach but nobody seemed to want to go bare. Disappointed, I went back to the hotel and through it. Outside the front door I found the same shuttle that had picked me up at the airport. The driver said he’d be happy to take me to town.‘Town’ was a small community of mainly shops along the main street that ran along the beach with other businesses and housing behind them and.