‘To be, or not to be’ is the roadblock in our relationship.”Sarcastically, “To be a nudist, or not to be, huh? Yeah, I’d say it’s a stumbl...ng block.”“And the fact that I’m in love with someone else.”Feeling like she’d been stabbed, “Can’t you just beat around the bush a little!?”I don’t mean to hurt you, Roxanne. That’s the last thing I want to do. As much as I love you, we are on different pages now. So I have clear choices now. If you were to become a naturist, then I would have tough choices. Sounds sensible" eager Samantha said, eyeing my crotch."Condition Two: This arrangement is only for 1 year..." Samantha looked distraught at this "but" her eyes lit with hope "if we are both happy in 1 year we get married." Oh sir! I can't wait for a whole year to pass!" Samantha cried out joyfully. Opening my trousers to ease the pressure on my now inflating cock I looked at my new slave sitting on the chair opposite me, her legs shameless wide open so show glimpses of her pale white pussy.. Moving around the bed to where Roger lay, Doug reached to grasp his cock in one hand and wave it in an open invitation. Rolling over and swinging his legs off the bed, Roger sat up and leaned forward to draw Doug’s limp cock into his mouth. The sensation of a hot, wet mouth working on his limp cock, slowly teasing it to hardness, was one that Doug cherished, especially after a long and vigorous session when his overworked cock was slow to respond, prolonging the pleasurable feelings. Looking. A raging hard on was quickly with me. So I popped in one of my favorite porn movie and went at it. During my beat off session I thought how great it would be if I could get her to give a pair of her dirty filthy panties, so that I could smell her whenever I wanted to. This would have to be. I knew that after what happened earlier that it wouldn’t be a problem. The next day was Saturday and I woke up with a massive stiff cock. Usually I would head to the.