That's not question at all! More should I've asked for my deepest wish. For all my earlier years, I'd been dreaming of showing off naked. But I was sh...y. Quite normal, indeed! It's just sensible, for example, that I wouldn't run naked through the neighborhood. That'd be rather offensive. And that's not who I am. But what's wrong with doing so only among people who don't mind?! Nothing. This is the simple answer. But I'm not the only one having struggled with this naked truth. If I'd simply asked. "Ohhh, mmmm!" she cried when Kent reached down to smear the gooey liquid across her breasts, his fingers brushing against her hard, sensitive nipples.She kept waiting to hear Rodney yell, "Cut!" but he didn't. When Kent and Rock switched positions, she realized the scene wasn't over yet. Kent wiped the cum from her stomach and chest and stroked it over his fat 13 inch cock and then slowly...oh, so slowly pushed it in to her pink pussy. He inched that big cock deeper into her as she cried in. Lynn’s face turns to me and with slit eyes gives me a sharp glare. ‘Sleep. Tomorrow.’ Lynn wriggles away from me. I lay on my back again to see the pheasant across the room, at least she is no longer trying to sap my body heat. The pheasant is lucky to be alone in his painting, no wife, no worries, just the open sky and a full wheat field in which to soar. I lay in bed until about seven then go to take a shower. Going back into my room I reach over to our nightstand and turn on the coffee. I was no longer a virgin. She pulled me to her wrapped her leg around me, the Payal was doing its work by making the sound and drive me crazy, the sweat on us was totally lubricating us, she pulled me and bite my ear and started kissing me. She said “ab dheere dheere Chod mujhe”.I slowly moved in and out. It hurt but I was on top of the world. I was going slow and easy. She started screaming “Chod mujhe madarchod, faad de meri choot ko”. The chan chan of the Payal and the kissing and the boobs.