The subject of my being a nudist never came up.As usual, I was home nude when the doorbell rang. Not being an exhibitionist, I keep an old pair of run...ning shorts hanging on the door knob which I use when the door bell rings unexpectedly or I'm expecting non nudist company.Michael was a good looking, well mannered kid. He told me about himself and his expectations. He didn't do drugs or alcohol and he didn't have a girlfriend. He said his friends called him Mike and he was looking forward to. I quickly climbed the stairs, passing by our daughter's room, I peeked in, saw her asleep and dreaming pleasant dreams. I smiled, and quietly opened our bedroom door. I could hear Caroline, her breathing deep and measured, and my cock urged me on. I gently pulled back the covers, and slid inside. I inched over, pressing gently against her back, feeling the heat of her body against mine. I reached around, and ran my fingers over her, stroking at her soft skin, running my fingertips over her. She came up to me and pressed her body next to mine.“You having fun babe?” she asked me.I gave her a kiss and squeezed her bum. “Definitely, sexy girl,” I said.I felt her hand start petting the front of my shorts and she gave me a sly grin, “Wow, you’re very hard,” she said.“Want to go back to the apartment, love?” I asked her. She nodded and we headed back to the towels.As soon as we were back at the towels she finally saw exactly how hard I was and a look I rarely saw my girlfriend make came. She shivered and her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus.“Oh, Davy,” she whispered as her hands found my cock and guided me to her pussy. I felt her open her lips for me and move her hips to let me slide in. “Quite, little kitten,” I said. She began to purr as I slowly fucked her. I took my time, letting us build together. She was growling and sweaty as her legs tightened when she orgasmed. I let myself join her. She locked her legs around me, not letting me escape as I softened in her with.