Did I mention that as well as being drop-dead gorgeous she's just a heck of a nice person?“Why don't you change into your swim trunks and join me in...the pool?” she whispered. “It looks like you might need to cool off a little.” She made strong eye contact then and held my gaze. Her voice was low, and sexy and sultry. After another moment she looked me up and down and said, “Actually I think your shorts will be okay for now. Come on in the pool. That is, if you want to.”I didn't need any further. His rough hands started roaming her body once again over her tits, and her full hips. His hands moved down her thighs as she wondered what he was going to do. He ran his fingers over her smooth pussy and she gasped. He moved his mouth over her right nipple and started sucking, one of his arms snaked around her waist while his other hand was teasing all around her pussy. She moaned loudly and that was what he wanted. He slid his finger up and down her wet slit causing her to rock her hips. It looked as if she kept herself in shape. ‘I’d never have recognized you, Uncle Johnny,’ Gail said. ‘You’ve changed.’ John shrugged. ‘I guess I’ve aged some, and I think the last time you saw me I had a beard and moustache,’ he replied. ‘And I was probably carrying twenty more pounds back then, too.’ ‘I heard about Aunt Marian,’ Gail said, ‘I was so sorry. How are you doing?’ ‘Actually, I’m doing pretty well,’ John replied. ‘I moved to Arizona, but right now I’m on my way up to the mountains. She froze in place, her heart racing, blood pumping furiously throughout her veins. His hands moved up and cupped both of her breasts, and his head slowly dipped down to meet hers.As per Matilda’s instructions, Carlotta was wearing a pair of short shorts; they were black-and-white checked, like traditional chef pants, but so tight that they barely hid anything.They especially failed to hide the wet patch on the front of her shorts; the wet patch that Jason reached down and unceremoniously began.