I surfed through the channels, noticing some very sexy shows and commercials, the French definitely were a lot more free spirited about sex than Ameri...cans. Some of the commercials featured topless women!As the sun came up, I decided to spend my first day out on the beach with my Kindle, relaxing and soaking up the sun. I did some research and to my surprise, there were clothing optional beaches everywhere! The beach in front of the resort was topless only, I figured that was probably all I. I’m just using you to see where you have boundaries. I feel mine are still in motion and a state of flux, and I’m still looking at where they are and what I want to do.”“Are you sure moving in here is the right thing, then?”“Oh, yes. I am very sure. These are my friends, loves, and lifestyle. I told you, I think I’ve gone to heaven by finding you and having you all like us as neighbors and lovers. It’s kind of the other stuff. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to explain all this to someone. But if that foreman were to take me out and if I liked him, I think I could fuck with him all night." Janice!" Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than being happy... you are still a virgin, right?"Linda nodded her head up and down."Well, then, if keeping your cherry means more to you than having a man's dick, I feel a little sorry for you. You don't know how good it is to --" Stop it!" Linda shouted at Janice, her fingers trembling and threatening to let go of the breakfast. But beside him, was the delectable figure of Sandy Knowles, all five-foot-four of her. At one time spying Sandy outside my door would have been enough to raise one’s spirits. But regretfully, in latter years, dear Sandy, had become known, to most everyone, as Sergeant Knowles. Detective Sergeant Sandra Knowles to be precise. With more than a little difficulty, I ran my mind back over the previous day’s events, as best I could remember them. Nope, I couldn’t think of anything I — or any of the.