She covered the bowls of salad, made herself some tea and sat down with her guitar, a tune running through her head, words coming, unbidden, to fit it.... Words written in the nineteenth century by Elizabeth Barrett Browning;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men. I had no idea what was coming but was so drunk I just said ok. Ted sat me in my chair and started massaging my neck and I was melting to his touch.“You like what I’m doing” he asked as his magic fingers played with my shoulders? I shook my head yes. His hands then made there way down to my nipples under my shirt. It felt so good I didn’t stop him. My hand slid down to his hard on and I did a little playing myself. We both kissed and played as our sexual beings took over. Ted told. She poured his bowl almost to the top and only hers to half full. She put a small amount of milk on hers while he almost flooded his bowl. Emma loved raisin bran but a half bowl filled her for hours. Emma never put sugar on her cereal. Tim sprinkled a tablespoon all over this."Are you out of range from San Diego?" For the radio, yes. Not our cell phones." For the radio it is the ionosphere, right?" Gee you're smart," he laughed.She gave him a playful slap on his arm. "Smarty pants."They chatted. Your secrets are safe with me Todd. Every male has that same problem at nudist resorts at some time and if asked politely there will usually be someone there to help them out. You'll see.” Down at the beach Alice and I had spent enough time in the sun and had just gone into the water when Amy and Todd swam up to joined us. “Carol will join us later. She is all worn out probably from the trip and is taking a nap.” said Amy. Todd exchanged a look with Amy that was not missed by Alice and.