"He couldn't take his eyes off you babe. He was into you. If I wasn't here I am sure he would have tried to get into your pussy. And by the way. He is...quite a stud isn't he?" He is quite good looking", she agreed.We sat down at the dining room table to eat. She had shed the robe and was seated in her black satin nightie. After eating I went around the table and lifted her out of her chair. I carried her to bed and laid her down before kissing her soft lips. I felt her lips part under my. It is a satire, like all my stories. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me. If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with permission from. Bout then I realize I know the fella next to me, he is a bull. ‘Here now, aren’t you supposed to be shutting these places down?’ Get a smile out of him. ‘Would lass, if I was not off duty. Most all of us come in to joints for a nice stiff belt now and then.’ ‘Or every day.’ Bartender says and we all laugh. ‘Have a bottle of medicinal for every day. So who was your friend?’ ‘Pleasant enough fella, good dancer. He perhaps shined one but I was agreeable to giving him nookie.’ ‘Shined one about. “We are going to play a game” said Melinda, “It's called follow my leader, in which as you know means that you copy everything that I do” she said “I'm up for that” I replied. To be honest at that stage in the proceedings, I was up for anything!Bruno laid down on his back in the middle of the bed, his penis waving about in the air waiting for attention that he was very shortly about to receive. Melinda laid down beside him on her side, and started to tongue his cock, and gestured to me to do.