As Belinda looked around the room some more she saw her younger sister on the sofa jabbing her middle finger in and out of her tight little vagina. Ja...mie’s eyes were closed tightly as a look of pure pleasure enveloped her visage. Jamie was also rubbing her puffy nipples with the free hand as the other one continued its drilling mission unabated.After seeing all this going on around the room Belinda threw herself back down onto Tom’s body and said with a laugh, “Good ol’ Family Sex! There’s. Um ... I,” she stutters sitting on my bed in frustration. “Jenny told us that you were coming back.” I didn’t ask her why she was in my room again, because I didn’t want to embarrass her anymore than what she was. “Who is Martina,” she asks pointing at the heart necklace hanging on my lamp with a hint of jealousy in her voice. Apparently, she must have been in here for awhile snooping.I hold back tears thinking of Martina. “A very ... very good friend,” I say sitting beside her. I remember. Shaking my head I decided against it. If the notion turned tits up, it will leave me frustrated anyway. Slipping from the covers, I stuck my feet inside my slops and head out to the patio. My mind was made up; a cigarette was what I needed. Feeling around for my shit, I slipped the key in the sliding door and as I touch the pack of cigarettes, the lock turned and I slid the door open. A step or two had me exposed to the cool March air. Though it being three am, it was not really cold. A slight. Maybe there really was something enlightening to the experience nudist colonies provided. Until that morning I had been a skeptic.We all sat around and talked. A game of water polo in the pool became great afternoon sport. I noticed a couple of card games going on beside the pool. Others were content to soak up rays or doze to make up for lost sleep in the nighttime hours when fucking took top priority.I’d had several epiphanies over the prior evening hours, and most involved providing some.