...ealth. Jeff seemed to sense this and an uneasy silence fell down between the two of them.
After a couple of minutes Meg grasped anything off the top of her head in a vain attempt to make conversation.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” She said in a nervous and slightly stuttering voice. Jeff looked at her oddly for a second but nodded his head.
“Why…I mean…” She wished she could take her eyes of his cock. She wanted to just grab it and stroke the shaft and balls until he became hard. With a shake of the head she dropped that thinking and got back on track.
“I just wondered what exactly you see in being a nudist?” then she shook her head and buried her face into her hands. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer.”
Jeff shook his head and smiled, he waved his hand in a casual way.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. You the first person who’s asked what everyone else thinks.” He shrugged his shoulders and had to think for a little while. “I don’t know really. My mum and dad are nudists so I was raised as one. It’s just how I feel comfortable. I can’t figure out how you can go around wearing clothes. Clinging, itchy and uncomfortable, making you too hot and s...