At that point I realized I actually didnt know what I was doing. Like I wasnt going to try to rub my clit in his face (yet), and I didnt have a plan b...yond that fantasy. I had to try something though, or Id never forgive myself for punking out. But for a nerve-wracking second or two, nothing was coming to mind (note to self, plan better next time). I knew I wanted tears, so I asked myself what kind of touching DONT boys like? And that jogged the memory of this one time I was riding Ethan, and. .. so ... so does that mean we get to have a go at public nudity here and the s ... and the sex that goes with it?”Patsy Barefoot stood up at that point to answer the girl’s question.“Well, I guess I would have to say ‘yes’ to that question. The sexual experience is a very natural part of being human - naked or not - but as Certified Nudists you get to enjoy that experience on a whole new level. And even though you might not be registered as a Certified Nudist yourself you will come under that. I’d offer you something to eat or drink, but you’re not supposed to have anything before surgery.”“Thank you for the thought, at least. I haven’t had anything since dinner last night, though I didn’t know I couldn’t. Anyway, I need a couple of minutes to shed these various shirts. In addition, would you please get rid of this Alabama Crimson Tide Hat? I don’t even want to have to remember wearing it.”“I can. Is it all right to give it away?”“Sure, but who in San Diego would want it?”“My son has. I want to kiss him, so much that it physically hurts. I want to press my lips to his full, pink mouth and suck on his tongue, like I’ve been dying to ever since I met him. But I don’t. I can’t. Because I know he won’t let me. He never lets me. It’s the one thing he refuses to do with me; his number one rule for me to keep if I want… Whatever this is between us, to continue—this arrangement of sorts. And as wrong as I know this is, I also know that I’m not ready to stop just yet. Our tempo.