“That should get the guys ready for some serious birthday fucking.”I kicked off my shoes and I got up on the bed. I stood there until Mr. Goodlow ...cranked up some music so I can dance to.I noticing the stares of the men surrounding me. Some of them look to be in their 60s all the way down to their 20s.The lights, the video camera and the still cameras were ready, the lights were hot and so was I.I smiled at the men. They were in various stages of dress. Some were already naked, while others were. On his return he passed by our tent and said hello. To my wife’s horror I invited him to join us for a beer and he went and got his chair from outside his tent and joined us. It turned out John was married but his wife hated naturism so every year he went away for a few weekends by himself. I explained that this was my wife’s first go at naturism and explained her worries. With that John said she shouldn’t worry and she should be happy with showing off her body, which made her blush. We chatted. I continued to speak up at school, on the bus, at the library and on the street about men’s rights issues. From gender-based disparities in men’s health to the fact that cops always assumed men were at fault in domestic disputes. I continued to get funny looks from white policemen and white policewomen simply because I’m a black man but I ignored these racists. As long as they didn’t try to hurt me or take away my freedom, they could stare all they want. I had better things to do, like. My own arousal was beginning to take form.The soft hairs that adorned her mound, were the sweetest I could find on her body.Kisses had been buried there.I recalled my mouth lingering, to her enjoyment.The shape of her hips, where her pelvis joined, made a perfect place to kiss the sweetness on either side of her mound. This led to the tops of her thighs, and to an even greater sweetness, between.My arousal was increasing, as I remembered tasting her.I remembered her swiveling her hips slowly;.