"I wasn't. Once women have a successful outing to a naturist resort, they tend to be hooked for life."Well, say Hello to Bill while you're there!" Bil...?" She was instantly suspicious. "Another nudie friend of yours?" Shakespeare!" I responded. "You're near his hometown there — Stratford-on-Avon. Maybe you can see one of his plays while you're visiting. Say, The Taming of the Nude or Much Ado About Wearing Nothing."Stalactites of sarcasm dangled from her voice. "Not exactly the same versions I. Sticking fingers up asses were her forte. She stuck it in my mouth, and I sucked it clean. It seemed strange to me that neither of them protested what we were doing or had to ask my Mom how to inspect us. They lifted our tits and pulled our nipples, squeezed them hard like oranges. They pulled our ass cheeks apart and examined our assholes after they removed our plugs. Mom did have to explain that the plug goes in our mouth normally and we can’t touch it. Her friend’s liked that. I didn’t. There were plenty of coeds for him to meet once he arrived back on campus. Nevertheless, he always had the memories of how his mother and Marlene taught him that when it comes to sex, even though he was disabled, he was still able.*Brian broke his neck and became paralyzed in 1986. After his rehab and a brief stay back at home, he quickly grew accustomed to life in a wheelchair. He was introduced to his new sex life by his personal care attendant. Strangely enough, he was further educated. The leader of the Hell's Angels--a small but husky man with intelligent eyes--came down to investigate. "Let them through," he ordered with a heavy Dutch accent. Reluctantly the guards bowed to his command. We entered our meeting place, a clubhouse with a bar and small tables and a large round table at the corner. We sat there."You owe me fifteen hundred American," the leader said to Bess."Of course Greg," Bess responded and handed him a banded fold.Miles Van Der Rott chuckled. "A true.