Besides, you’re wearing a bra, and I’m not.” And it was quite evident that she wasn’t, her nipples were clearly visible throu...h the thin fabric of her blouse. “And how about you, Miriam, what do you have under that fancy dress of yours ?” Miriam was wearing a short, red, off-the-shoulders dress, with black pantyhose covering her legs. “Soon enough you’ll know.” she said, “Let’s get on with it now, I want to see some action. . First I didn’t know where I was and I needed a few seconds till I had orientated. I kisses mum whose beautiful face was the first thing I saw sharp in front of me before my brain had rebooted fully. I felt my cock still in her pussy and her pussy being wrapped tight around it. “What’s the matter, mum? Why do you wake me up?” I asked and was a little surprised how clear the words came out. “Baby it’s just that I need to take another shit so badly and I don’t want to get up and I thought you. Now that it was to late to back out, I had been trying to psych myself up with the fact that the girl of my dreams was also going to be coming along. Of course, at this point in my life almost every girl I knew(or had seen fairly recently) played a part in my dreams, but at least I had one that usually stood out more then the others.Not one ounce of the excitement, that I had since getting my stuff ready the night before, could be found when I saw the other kids getting out of cars and lining. She could lie all day in that big bed. It was a huge, soft beast of a bed, with a thick padded mattress and a heavy feather comforter. At home she always wore thick pajamas and nightshirts to bed. Here she always slept in the nude. At home the alarm clock would drag her out of bed. Here the sound of the waves massaged her into wakefulness. At home she would run around, taking care of everything and everyone, feeding and eating, cleaning and dressing, primping and running. Here she rolled softly.