They take after their mother and grandmother in the big breast department. On the other hand they both take after my mother in the athletic body depar...ment.I booked three rooms planning on each girl bunking in with one of their grandmothers, leaving my wife and myself alone.Somewhere along the line the two grandmothers wanted to bunk together. They were concerned about getting lucky and they didn’t want to corrupt the girls. The girls on the other hand were thinking the very same thing. I guess. And sincethe cups weren't full it looked a little funny. "Well. Looks like weneed to get some different sizes," my wife said. "But that will be finefor now." Can I take them off now?" I asked. "Why, don't you like them?" she laughed as she looked at the front of myshorts. "It sure looks like you're enjoying them."I looked down and it was obvious I was still very aroused. "Why don't you wear them for a while and get used to the way they feel?"she continued. "You've always seemed to enjoy it. You are hypnotized by what you see.His ball sac is large and smooth, free of hair as is the rest of his body. It bounces with each stroke of his hand. The shaft is thick and straight. The veins on it stand out like the muscles on a straining athlete. The engorged cockhead is purple and shiny. The slit at the tip is already oozing precum that glistens in the early morning sunlight that now floods the room. His hand moves up and down that swollen piece of flesh as he moves ever closer to his. Since she had all of my memories, that wouldn't be toohard to do."Do you have your own account?" I asked."Of course. I used Chris' last name from the very beginning to avoidanyone figuring out we are the same person," she said.I nodded approving of her prudence. While Jill had access to all of mymemories, I couldn't access hers. It was like there was a mental wallpreventing me. It wasn't a big deal as Jill would gladly tell meeverything that happened during her day whether I wanted to know or.