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02/06/2018
Molly here again.
It has been awhile, and Rick has settled into his new job, and I still have not gone back into the work force and it is pushing a year. Rick is happy about that, because I dream up ways to keep life exciting. The weather is improving slowly, so his return home usually finds me sitting on the deck, back to the rest of the world, and not dressed. For those of you who have followed us, you know that neither of us are not really in to clothes, and tolerate them only when necessary. So at home, there are none. Out and about, NOT including "the job", minimal is the norm, meaning at any given time, something normally covered, isn't. If you were to be a shadow and follow Rick and me around on a Saturday while we are out getting things done, you would be able to enjoy a view of all of our parts normally hidden. We aren't aggressive about this; me, with that extra button undone below the boobs, the micro mini skirt without panties, Rick with oversized, cut off shorts, and commando. It is a great life; we love looking at each others parts, and love showing them to each other without worry of others seeing when we are together, because we don't care, and do enjoy the expression on the faces of others when they realize what they have just seen...good for them.
For those of you who have been around for the last ten years, you might remember that we went to an all night pool hall after our wedding reception, and spent the night flashing body parts at each other. Rick and I had been together quite some time and had made many discoveries about each other during those times. Our formative years were, to say the least, very interesting. So some history here.
I am the middle child of three; an older brother, and a younger sister, and we are a year apart of each other. We grew up in a liberated and uninhibited household in the Midwest, and it wasn't unusual to see our parents in various states of undress. The one rule was that if a door was closed, don't open it. With a gang of three, spaced the way we were, Saturday night meant group bath night, so my brother and sister joined me in the bath tub for about an hour of splashing around. On occasion, we would be treated to a shower with one of our parents, which was fun, but the toys didn't float well there. Around the age of 10, my older brother stopped showing up in the Saturday tub, and as my sister and I reached the same age, our showers became limited for us to just mom. I was bummed, cause Dad really knew how to wash a back
Living in the Midwest, meant lots of open space, with plenty of creeks and ponds to explore. Water and children are an interesting mix, because kids need to be in the water. As such, as we roamed the spaces around our homes, we found places to get wet, and soon met other kids who lived in the surrounding countryside. We eventually discovered a spot along the creek in our travels that was fun to play in; not real deep, but enough to splash around in and cool off, so we did. Of course, we had to take off all of our clothes, because we didn't want Mom to know what we were up to. Not a big deal, because the three of us were used to being naked together in the bathtub or shower. During one of these adventures, we met new kids, which began the development new relationships beyond our siblings, and the realization that inhibitions regarding ones body was a big deal to some. Me and my siblings were the three musketeers, dressed or not. The beginning of a network was forming.
One day, while the three of us and a couple of other kids were at the "swimming hole" a new kid showed up. As we were all having a GREAT time in the creek, he came up to me, (I was the only girl..there's a difference ?) and asked me why I didn't have a "weenie". I said "what's a weenie"? He said "this" and waived his tiny penis at me. "How do you pee" ? he asked. I said, " I'm a girl and all of my parts are inside of this", as I put a finger at the top of my Vagina. Guess he had no sisters, and Mom/Dad hadn't bothered to have a conversation with him. He just shook his head. Something to be said about a bunch of 10/11 year old, innocent children romping in the water naked.
So back to the current time frame. As Rick and I approach our 10 year anniversary, we think about how we would like to celebrate it; no family here, just us. I responded by saying "besides your balls slapping my ass as you screw my brains out, I am open to anything. He responded by reminding me what we did on our wedding night at an all night pool hall. I remembered, and smiled as I was so "not sure of myself" back then. While I wore a short, 4 button skirt with two buttons undone, (and panties) and an oversized tank top, which provided massive down blouse boob, the thought, back then was to work to avoid exposure. Not so much today. Way back when, if you look, we went to dinner with me wearing a sheer blouse and teddy, and a button up skirt, out to dinner. It was a big deal at the time to get rid of the teddy, and show off my cute boobs thru the sheer blouse. The same held true when getting the nerve to remove the panties and un-do three of the four buttons on the skirt and let it swing open all the way to the waist as I walked. Today I realize that we aren't going to look "hot" forever and should work to enjoy it.
So we are in to a year in our new life, and actually found a pool hall that might offer a good 10 year anniversary event. We are seriously considering doing the pool hall in a righteous way, and would entertain suggestions from the family at TODP.
Comments here.
It has been awhile, and Rick has settled into his new job, and I still have not gone back into the work force and it is pushing a year. Rick is happy about that, because I dream up ways to keep life exciting. The weather is improving slowly, so his return home usually finds me sitting on the deck, back to the rest of the world, and not dressed. For those of you who have followed us, you know that neither of us are not really in to clothes, and tolerate them only when necessary. So at home, there are none. Out and about, NOT including "the job", minimal is the norm, meaning at any given time, something normally covered, isn't. If you were to be a shadow and follow Rick and me around on a Saturday while we are out getting things done, you would be able to enjoy a view of all of our parts normally hidden. We aren't aggressive about this; me, with that extra button undone below the boobs, the micro mini skirt without panties, Rick with oversized, cut off shorts, and commando. It is a great life; we love looking at each others parts, and love showing them to each other without worry of others seeing when we are together, because we don't care, and do enjoy the expression on the faces of others when they realize what they have just seen...good for them.
For those of you who have been around for the last ten years, you might remember that we went to an all night pool hall after our wedding reception, and spent the night flashing body parts at each other. Rick and I had been together quite some time and had made many discoveries about each other during those times. Our formative years were, to say the least, very interesting. So some history here.
I am the middle child of three; an older brother, and a younger sister, and we are a year apart of each other. We grew up in a liberated and uninhibited household in the Midwest, and it wasn't unusual to see our parents in various states of undress. The one rule was that if a door was closed, don't open it. With a gang of three, spaced the way we were, Saturday night meant group bath night, so my brother and sister joined me in the bath tub for about an hour of splashing around. On occasion, we would be treated to a shower with one of our parents, which was fun, but the toys didn't float well there. Around the age of 10, my older brother stopped showing up in the Saturday tub, and as my sister and I reached the same age, our showers became limited for us to just mom. I was bummed, cause Dad really knew how to wash a back
Living in the Midwest, meant lots of open space, with plenty of creeks and ponds to explore. Water and children are an interesting mix, because kids need to be in the water. As such, as we roamed the spaces around our homes, we found places to get wet, and soon met other kids who lived in the surrounding countryside. We eventually discovered a spot along the creek in our travels that was fun to play in; not real deep, but enough to splash around in and cool off, so we did. Of course, we had to take off all of our clothes, because we didn't want Mom to know what we were up to. Not a big deal, because the three of us were used to being naked together in the bathtub or shower. During one of these adventures, we met new kids, which began the development new relationships beyond our siblings, and the realization that inhibitions regarding ones body was a big deal to some. Me and my siblings were the three musketeers, dressed or not. The beginning of a network was forming.
One day, while the three of us and a couple of other kids were at the "swimming hole" a new kid showed up. As we were all having a GREAT time in the creek, he came up to me, (I was the only girl..there's a difference ?) and asked me why I didn't have a "weenie". I said "what's a weenie"? He said "this" and waived his tiny penis at me. "How do you pee" ? he asked. I said, " I'm a girl and all of my parts are inside of this", as I put a finger at the top of my Vagina. Guess he had no sisters, and Mom/Dad hadn't bothered to have a conversation with him. He just shook his head. Something to be said about a bunch of 10/11 year old, innocent children romping in the water naked.
So back to the current time frame. As Rick and I approach our 10 year anniversary, we think about how we would like to celebrate it; no family here, just us. I responded by saying "besides your balls slapping my ass as you screw my brains out, I am open to anything. He responded by reminding me what we did on our wedding night at an all night pool hall. I remembered, and smiled as I was so "not sure of myself" back then. While I wore a short, 4 button skirt with two buttons undone, (and panties) and an oversized tank top, which provided massive down blouse boob, the thought, back then was to work to avoid exposure. Not so much today. Way back when, if you look, we went to dinner with me wearing a sheer blouse and teddy, and a button up skirt, out to dinner. It was a big deal at the time to get rid of the teddy, and show off my cute boobs thru the sheer blouse. The same held true when getting the nerve to remove the panties and un-do three of the four buttons on the skirt and let it swing open all the way to the waist as I walked. Today I realize that we aren't going to look "hot" forever and should work to enjoy it.
So we are in to a year in our new life, and actually found a pool hall that might offer a good 10 year anniversary event. We are seriously considering doing the pool hall in a righteous way, and would entertain suggestions from the family at TODP.
Comments here.
Poster:
rick and Molly continued
