“Nice,” she said.I looked at her questioningly. “Hmm?”“Your dive,” she replied. “You’re a good diver.”“You too,” I replied.“...a! Looks like we both enjoy a deep dive,” she said. She turned and walked up the pool steps. Her panties - sheer to begin with - now clung to her like the thinnest silk. The shadow between her legs was clearly visible from behind as she bent over to pick up her sandals. My cock was now fully erect, and I didn’t know what to do next.She turned back and looked at me. All things considered, the familyresemblance between he and his daughter was fairly evident.April, Ann's stepmother, on the other hand stuck out like a sore thumb.She was probably in her mid twenties, with cinnamon skin that hinted ata Polynesian heritage and black hair fell straight down her back. Therewas no question that she was gorgeous, with a pair of tits that gave Anna run for her money, yet she carried herself in a very different waythan Jerry and Ann.None of this was more evident than. First she sat on the floor with the crowd, but ten minutes later she was complaining about back dolor… she hadn’t even finished her sentence that I asked her if she wanted a massage.She said, “Yes, of course” and climb on the bed with me, I sat, the back against the wall, my legs spread and her tiny body against mine.She wasn’t what you would called a sexual bomb, but she surely was a cutie, she had dark brown eyes, long brown hair, with some little freckles on the cheeks, she had two sumptuous. A hallucination of near death. That was a thing... right?He ignored his lack of taste, and dulled sense of smell. It was from the chemical war, of course. He’d heard all about the awful long-term affects the gases had on survivors.The deadened colors weren’t so easily explained, but he’d suffered a trauma, not just death but years of war. Surely things were bound to happen and change. After all, he was lucky compared to not only the men around him, but the ones who would never make it back.He.