I am Tom, an average guy.Mom was on Jane more than me about joining the nudist scene. Jane is 17 and two years and three months older than I. Mom and ...Jane constantly argued and I was sort of the third and left out. This constant conflict came to a head one night. Mom had been telling Jane about the benefits of nudism and that Jane should be a nudist in the house first and get use to the idea.Jane growled "you just want me to walk around naked for Tom to see; I am just going to be his little. You’re already beginning to hitch up your skirt as the elevator doors close as I catch the eye of the security staff who also cannot take their eyes off of you. Your undiluted sexiness just exudes as your skirt goes higher which now sends clarion calls of lust cascading through me akin to tiny fragmented electric shocks of desire, as the sound of material against silk as your skirt rises up over your stockings. You were opening for business as you start to expose your beautiful pert silk clad. That usually meant something, she managed to recall. Instinctively, she shuffled from her corner, where she was huddled naked, and spread herself across the rack, ready for the whip to strike.Still talking - no one talked to her now, no one had talked to her for a long time. She had almost forgotten how to talk. Things got said about her - good little slut - or sometimes at her - suck it bitch - but never anything where she mattered. That was why she was almost gone, why she lived inside. “The man put his penis into The Holy Mother’s vagina,” I said, gesturing from a distance to my daughter’s genitals, “and he squirted his seed into her womb.” “That’s what I did to your face!” Diamond said brightly. Across the campsite, Lucilla failed at stifling a laugh. I glowered at her, and she buried her head in her arms to conceal her mirth. “After some time,” I continued, “The Holy Mother’s belly began to swell. Within her, she bore all the life of the world.” This part of the story was.