I was rock hard, having dreamed about last night’s ‘discussion’. I was cursing the level of need to relieve my bladder, as I tried to extricate ...myself without waking Mary. She must’ve been dreaming the same thing, because as soon as I moved away she let out a soft, deep throated “Ohhh”?“Sorry babe, ‘Mother Nature’ calls. Actually, she’s screaming!”She giggled, “It’s probably just as well, we don’t have any lube.”After taking care of business I padded out to the kitchen to fix some coffee. Jamie. Yes honey? Ive been thinking and- Before I could even finish, she had already stripped down to her pink panties, and was in the process of taking off her matching pink bra. How did she know I was gonna say yes? Oh well, all I know is my dick is hard and I want some of her pussy. I have absolutely no Idea what I was getting myself into. Ive never fucked a woman, and I am now about to fuck the only person I know who has already fucked. Come to think of it, its a little weird that Im about to. I was kind of out of shape, but loading my truck every day was kinda fixing that. One good thing about being a short guy, back trouble was less of a problem for me when it came to doing the heavy lifting. Tall guys always ended up having back trouble: nature’s way of evening the playing field, I guess: The tall guys got the girls in high school but ended up with the bad backs after they married the cheerleaders, who then ended up having to take care of their asses, and then cheating on them in. Even though the West Turtle Lake Club had been out north of Spearfish Lake since shortly after World War II, probably not one Spearfish Lake resident in a hundred had ever been out there. Every one of them had good friends that wouldn't be caught dead out there, at least in the summer.Yet, the nudist club members -- and there were more of them from Spearfish Lake than the Matsons and Evachevskis that sat in the destroyed living room -- were proud of what they had out there. Not just the.