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This story begins one Spring day a number of years back when I was in my mid-thirties, but this event is firmly etched in my mind. I was divorced less than a year and living in a large Texas city. I?m a fairly average guy, 6?2, 190 pounds, and keep in pretty good shape, mostly through swimming. I have a slightly larger than average cock, being about seven inches at full excitement, with a sturdy girth. I keep my pubic area clean shaven, and I do not have a lot of body hair.At that time I worked in an engineering office three days a week, and at home on Tuesday and Thursday. I am a naturist (a.k.a. nudist), and typically am naked whenever I am home and conditions allow it to be comfortable.One pleasant morning when I was at home the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone, I looked through the peephole first to see who it was. At my door were two women who were approaching middle age, dressed somewhat conservatively. I stood behind the door and opened it enough to speak to them. Ankara escort They could not see my nakedness, but it was obvious that I was not wearing a shirt.They introduced themselves as Helen