But one thing I remember from that was that there was this weird mix of nudists, mostly Europeans, gay men, and homophobic surfers. Is that how it is ...here?" Yes to the first two, but no to the latter. Since the vast majority of the long beach is not for nudists, the surfers don't need to come to the nude part. In fact, since it's Thanksgiving afternoon, most everyone will be off eating. I don't think we'll be seeing many people, surfers or not." But it's such a nice day," Alan pointed. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me because I was not normally this shy about asking a girl out, even when I did really like her. But each time I got to the point of asking her I lost my nerve and let the moment go. When we were out with the others, she and I would always end up chatting and hanging out together, which I was enjoying immensely. For some reason I worried that if I asked her out it would break the magical spell. I couldn’t believe my poor form! I had no trouble asking. As she answered, she moved over to me and began to run her tongue up and down the shaft of my member.“There's a group of dad's that get together and we all have one thing in common. We all have daughters that love sex, and we've trained them to appreciate their sexuality. They all love cock, pussy, cum, and most of all they want to be treated as if they love those things more than anything. Caitlyn, show Jeff that trick your dad taught you to do with a beer bottle.” I instructed.“Yes. And, of course it still could be Owen’s right?” said Harriet.Her friend sighed. “Yes, it could be. I guess it’s actually a fifty-fifty thing. But, I guess we’ll be seeing,” said Abigail.“For sure,” said Harriet.In spite of what she’d told Harriet, she was nervous. Telling her man that she was pregnant and that it might not be his was turning out to be more difficult than she’d originally thought it would be.She heard the back door open he close. He was home.“Hi, honey,” he said.“You too,” she.