As she let her hair down, she looked like a model, I mean my mom was actually fine.She then went over to my aunt and then started to take off her clot...es. She kissed her as she started to undress her and then my aunt would finger my mom’s already wet pussy.My mom started by taking my aunt’s shirt of then her jeans, she then unstrapped her bra, and then slipped my aunt’s panties off, all while the made out. This had to be the most incredible sight. This two people, both in their thirties, were. They started drinking not long after arriving, Claire guessed that it was going to be a long afternoon if they’d be drinking the whole time and needed to keep her wits about her. Each time she went past one of them their hands would be under her skirt groping her arse and as her thong covered very little, clutched at her bare flesh. The game finally kicked off, their attention focussed on the action, almost forgetting about Claire. She took the time to relax and have some time to herself but. I did stop and pick up several different papers at the new 7-11. The front page of all of them was about the accident. There were statements from Jeff's family and friends and speculation from all directions. Duke was blaming everyone, including me.Bob Jackson was in my office almost before I got the seat of my chair warm. "Are you OK? Looks like one heck of a crash?"I unbuttoned the uniform shirt. I was not wearing a bra - not that I did that often - and I always wore the vest, but this. Fortunately I am endowed enough that it still gave room for the duet of hands to stroke it, slowly at first but followed by quicker and with more authority. My next groan was received correctly as one not of pain but pleasure. While all this was going on I was not just quietly laying there, but wished I had three or four more arms to reach all the places I was trying to explore. I reached over and clutched Jasmine and swung her onto my handlebar mustache pussy first. The girls had only clothed.