He signaled her to be quiet and to indicate that three people were on the front porch of the cabin. They stopped inside the tree line, knelt down, and...watched.A woman of about thirty five, a young boy appearing to be about twelve or so and an even younger girl were at the door of the cabin. The woman knocked on the door and waited for an answer. She knocked a second time and when she didn't get an answer led the boy and girl around the side of the cabin to the back. Casey and Dixie, staying in. Some things didn't change just because we were no longer in school. We still had arguments and Sandy would move out and then we would make up and she would move back in. We both developed new interests and did a lot of new things without the other being involved, but we stayed together. Two years went by and then the wedding talk started again, but I was no more ready to commit then than I had been in college. This time however Sandy picked up on my reticence and after a couple of months she. He glanced down, ignoring the long wavy red hair swirling around his face. Down, where the modest but perky breasts pushed from his chest, pulling his shirt tight as they bobbed and swayed with his every move. Down where the unmistakably female bosom blocked his view of his lower body. His neck craned forward, staring at the impossible. His waist - he knew that his pants should be hanging uncomfortably around his narrower waist. Where his pants should be too tight around his more rounded,. Daddy had suggested she come on holiday with us to Maspalomas, but mother went red in the face, I knew the reason why she reacted madly at daddies suggestion, as I had seen mother on many occasions with other men on the beach, even though I was not meant to.They argued into the evening, daddy fighting in our corner and mother trying to defend her freedom of expression, I knew my parents were open minded swingers, and of mother's insatiability for other men, her two weeks of sexual pleasuring,.