<strong>Lennon</strong>thrust slowly, waiting for his daughter's orgasm to fade. He wished he could go on, make love to her for hours, but they had a very important guest. So, he forced himself to pull out. He held Courtney in a strong, loving hug, rocking her delicious body and kissing her. «I love you, I love you so much ...» he whispered. Even if their intercourse was over, he didn't want to make her feel anything like a sexual object, to fuck and leave. So he caressed and cuddled her some more. Then he helped his daughter in the shower again, washing her back.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, Lennon was out from the bathroom, clean, scented and much less worried. Only his flushed face could be a hint that something odd had happened. He walked to the kitchen, his muscular body glistening from the lotion he used, as most nudists do, to keep his skin smooth and soft. welcomed Jack with a warm smile and shook his hand.<br/><br/>«Welcome, Jack. When we met at the funeral we had so little time to talk... Obviously. Allow me to renew my deepest sympathy for your mother. I think that no one here wants to be intrusive, but if you need anything, if there's anything we can do to ease your... Your pain? Just ask, ok? Just ask. Anything.»<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, smiling to his wife. I'm here, he'd like to tell her. We're together in this. We'll make sure that everything goes well. He put an arm around her shoulders.<br/><br/>«And about your first question: wearing no clothes is a "rule" for who chooses to follow it. We feel... More free in this way. It isn't an obligation. No one is going to force you.» Lennon looked again at his wife and paused, kissing quickly her cheek. So she would have the time to talk, too, explain her point of view. She was much better than him with words, when she talked, everything looked clear and neat.