"So you and your family are 'naturists' or 'nudists'. Is that like a religion or something, like 'Baptists' or 'Methodists'?" Not exactly. Many of the...girls at my school are religious. But they're all sorts. Quakers, Catholics, Anglicans, everything really. No, naturism's a way of life, not a religion." That sounds really funny. So, you don't wear clothes at home and you don't wear clothes at school?" Yes, that's right. None of the girls at school wear clothes ever. Not in the classrooms, not. ”“Guess you guys should have focused on fucking each other, not twisting all that lust, sublimating it into anger and hate,” I scoffed at the group, “any thoughts about going ahead and grabbing some new converts from among their wives to add to Uncle Curtis’s sixty-nine?”“You lead, we follow, boss!” Lisa teased me now.“Take us to your wives ... and girlfriends, boys!” I ordered the now nude ex-Klansmen to guide us to their humble or not-so-humble homes.Mary Anne was first on the list, faithful. You need it more than me,’ she said as if it was actually true. I glanced towards Crystal as I took her cup and the small plastic bottle of Californian Chardonnay. She seemed totally bathed in sweat. If I hadn’t known her better, I’d have guessed she was suffering from withdrawal symptoms, but although Crystal didn’t condemn other people’s drug use, especially not mine or Judy’s, she rarely had more than a single glass of wine or the briefest toke on a joint. I don’t think she’d ever even. I wouldn't want it to go without. Urgh. Urgh. I've only saved up enough for me." Can we talk after? Yes. Yes. Yes. Just cum in me again." She asked, her hand over her tummy feeling my length pushing up into her."Yeah. After." I agreed, reaching with a free hand to play with her clit while I kept working her nipple.Since Melanie was my first, I had no idea just how in synch our bodies were with one another, but Melanie did. To me, it was just really great sex, better than what I imagined it.