“I’m not at all sure about this.” Arthur sighed as he turned his Mercedes convertible through the gate of the nudist camp I’d found online. I’d picked one that was part of the national association and thereby void of public sex. “Stop worrying. I’m going to be right there with you, so no offence, but no one is going to be looking at you.” He let out a nervous chuckle, “You’ve got that right.” I had a blast at the nudist camp that day, and Arthur began to enjoy it Hardcore too, after he got over his initial shyness. The pool, the hot tub, the bar and restaurant were all very erotic experiences naked with dozens of others around. I told Arthur, “Promise me you’ll bring me out here every time I come to Florida.” We were in the restaurant waiting on our meal. His expression turned serious, “You . . . you’ll consider coming down here again?” I reached across the table and put my hand on his, “I’ll be back, even if I have to hitchhike.” His face lit reality up with a huge grin, and then he blowjob said, “Oh no, I won’t have you hitchhiking. It’s going to be nothing but first class for pov you.” During the two hour flight back to Nashville, I replayed in my mind the events of the last four days. I came to several conclusions. First, my initial realization that I was built for sex was reinforced many, many times during my Florida visit. Next, at least with Arthur, I never once felt like a whore. And lastly, I vowed to myself that I was never going to give the time of day to those handsome hunks who felt entitled—that no woman would say no to them. I would stick to the Neils and Arthurs of the world. They would appreciate me . . . and my exhibitionist proclivities. And I would delight at making other men jealous of them. When I arrived back at Linda and Lisa’s apartment, as promised, I called Arthur. “I’m Brunette back home safe and sound.” From our joining came a daughter, blowjob and we called her ‘Joy,’ for that was Hardcore what she was to us. It was at that point that Linda rolled onto her back and slowly began to wake up. It was late at night, late enough that the lights were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight yellow tint, Brunette but soon the lights would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Tentatively he touched it, gently massaging the organ. Or maybe she’d pull her tiny ass shorts down and give me a good view. Ray impatiently demanded. I was ready for a complaint or worse from my little step sister but, instead, Kristin seemed to relax and settle back against the sofa cushions. “Sir, I think she pov is always ready. “Yes, then back off after a three or four seconds. “Ah…” Layla gasped as her cock finally came free of Lacy’s perfect ass, starting to soften in the comparatively cool air of the room, her finger slipping free from Gia’s bubbly ass, the spent woman moving to sit back down Beside Layla who continued to speak, her eyes on Lacy, “You’re welcome… Anytime…” She laughed a little then, playful, feeling more spent than she had in years. The mirror confirmed that the satyr reality had remained with her, he was hers now.