By now, everyone was used to the idea of eating in the buff, of course. Even pajamas were a thing of the past as the entirely nude residents of the ho...sehold took their seats at the long dinner table in the hall. Frank sat at the head of the table, but Damien sat opposite him, which wasn’t a bad place to be these days. Yes, even Frank Pezzo, the patriarch of the tribe, was naked as a jaybird at breakfast, and no one thought to worry about it at all. Jim sat at his right hand, whereas Harold was. “No, together” he ventured and she readily agreed. They slipped each other’s clothes off and got in the shower. For the first time he could explore her body ‘below the waist’. She enjoyed him touching her pussy, though not as much as when she did it herself. She tried gently stroking his cock which was very hard by now. They enjoyed each other’s’ bodies in the warm water for several minutes then he led her to the bed without even bothering to dry. He stroked her pussy to make it really wet then. Quite by accident (true!), from time to time we'd brush into each other when we were resting at the end of the pool. One morning I'd been following Doreen and, feeling rather more randy than usual, I'd got a bit of a hard on. Doreen brushed into me as she finished swimming a length and her hand landed straight on my stiff bulge. It was an accident for sure, but I did notice that she didn't rush to pull her hand away immediately. In the weeks following that, it seemed that these little accidents. I firmly grasp your ankle, and begin pulling you and the sheets you lay towards me. Placing your leg on my side as I slip my large, fully clothed body between your legs, forcing you spread. I look at you in appreciation of your submitting silence in light of my presence, enquiries and forceful touch. My face lay parallel to yours, as I lean in to get a closer look at you in the dark. Doing so, I notice your heavy breathing, and can feel the heat from your naked skin rising. “Am, I turning you.