I put on a pair of skin tone peds and my new sneakers and went down to help Aunt Therese with the groceries.I had just put a bag of groceries on the t...ble when the front door bell rang. Aunt Therese was out back bringing in another bag. "Doorbell," I yelled to her. "I'll get it."Big mistake! Phil and Jerry had come to get Alan. "Well, hello," Phil said, looking me up and down. "You must be Alice. We heard about you, but we didn't think anybody could be as pretty as they said you were. Is Alan. There were some stirrups to tie her ankles…Her old mate immediately lubricated his fingers, but he was not wearing latex gloves; he smiled at Stella and started to examine my sexy girlfriend’s labia carefully.The guy was silent, slow and methodical; a real boring man…I looked in her eyes as the doctor shoved his fingers between her spread pussy lips. Stella recalled that she had been particularly unpleasant to this guy when they both were young at school…It seemed to me he would get his sexual. If she got home from class or the store, the first thing she did was pull off her blouse or t-shirt and kick off her shorts. She never wore underwear. If she wasn't going anywhere that day, she stayed nude all day and night. On many occasions she stayed nude for forty-eight and seventy-two-hour stretches. Carla called them her "nudie marathons."My girlfriend was also often stark naked outside of the apartment, too. She spent many an afternoon in our back patio, soaking up sun on her nude body,. My Uncle Michael, owns The Crimson Strip Club on Main Street, he’s been a great role model for me, since my Dad took off when I was just three. Everything I learned he taught me. His club is one of two in the city, but they don’t fight for competition. My Uncle's place is older and more established then the other one. I called him up on his down time, to tell him about Ellen and I.“Uncle Mike, it’s Stuart, gotta confess to you that I have a steady girlfriend now. She’s called Ellen, and she’s.