Last night she had seen her teen-age son and daughter fucking each other. Yet it didn't seem to shock her as much as she felt it should. Perhaps so ma...y things had happened lately that she was becoming stupefied. But she wouldn't, she couldn't let last night's incident slip from her mind as if nothing had happened. She had to do something. She had to at least say something.She drank a cup of instant coffee, then dressed herself conservatively in slacks and a boyish blouse.It was clear to her. Marc found a low-riding jockey pair for me. Cynthia found a bikini for Kay. Both of our suits were too small. Kay's tits were practically on display for all to see.All six of us jumped in the tub. We sat boy-girl, with no one next to their mate. Kim wore a one-piece that showed off her slender and firm body. Her tits were small but her ass was fantastic. Cynthia wore a bikini. Her medium-sized breasts showed a little bit of sag, but I could not take my eyes off them. We were all pretty tipsy.. And since it fits better on smaller-framed women, it doesn't need to come down your ribs as far."While the girl was extolling the virtues of the bra, she was pulling it over Nina's head and down her arms onto her chest. Her hands once again found Nina's nipples, sliding back and forth over them, and her breasts, ostensibly adjusting the bra for fit. When she was done, she looked at Nina's reflection in the mirror.Placing her hands on Nina's shoulders, she said, "Now, as you can see, this bra. Moe didn’t mind pushing a couple of Murphy’s buttons, if for no other reason than to wipe the smile off the copper’s face. “If Murphy knew Metzger committed a crime, why didn’t he get the bum off the street like a good cop would?” Murphy’s fists clenched, and the grin evaporated. A buck said an audience was the only thing that kept Murphy from using his clenched fists on Moe. It was Moe’s turn to smile. Murphy reacted with a growl and took a step away from the doorjamb he was making love to..