’ ‘Christ,’ Thor said, shaking his head. <,<, >,>, A half-hour is what blue-collar people get for lunch. Enough time to eat and slap a f...w jokes around, get in a quick smoke. When the weather was nice, the machine shop guys—Stacy included herself in that category—ate outside at a picnic table with peeling green paint. The propellor shop guys never ate outside. She wished they did. They would get along great with the machine shop guys, everybody would have a good time…but if she quit. Eric actually wore the mirror image of hers. It was a bit creepy, because it almost made them look like brother and sister when they stood side by side. It was hard to take my eyes off her as she was wearing a white garters and silk stockings, as well as a white bustier. She was sexy as hell. "Michael, any time you see me tonight in a compromising position, shove your cock in me. Condom or not." Ah my dear, that is against the rules. Mike knows that." added Eric. "those shorts are fabulous on. At that point the girl with the freckles and the red hair put her hand up and asked, “So ... 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. I had managed to catch my breath. What a sight I was seeing. Randy’s toned torso swung that dick in and out of my mouth with ease. The sight of 8” of veiny dick appearing and disappearing before my eyes combined with the intense smell of man. It was clear this time Randy was going to last a lot longer this time. I couldn’t see a clock. I had completely lost track of time as Randy face fucked me. A small trail of drool fell from my lips to my chin. I wanted Randy to cum. I wanted him to.