My parents didn't seem to mind that I had drunk myself into a stupor on our first night at the cottage. They seemed to be rather understanding of my p...edicament.When I awoke that morning it must have been the middle of the day. I stumbled through the living room and into the kitchen. My mother was standing on stool, putting groceries away on the top shelf of a cupboard. My sight was a little blurred but I didn't miss the way her long, smooth legs brightened the room up with a freshness and. If the box had been full when they packed it into the trunk, there must have been over a hundred of them to begin with. They’d either cleared out every costume shop in the city before they’d left or ordered them from the manufacturer.The pictures confirmed what Helena had expected: In one, Julie was a couple of inches too short. In another, she was a couple of inches too tall. Or her breasts were the wrong size, or ... THERE! Several pictures scattered throughout their visit of the two of them. Even though it felt strange, it didn't hurt but just felt liberating. I could feel my heartbeat on the muscle around my arse and it was an incredible feeling. I tried to clench but it wouldn't close properly and anyway, Steve had started to thrust his fingers in and out. Making my hole loose and I could feel my arse opening naturally and start to accept the fingers.All the while, from time to time, Steve would suck on my cock for me. It was stiff and then floppy, but I didn't care, I was. A backstroke. She grew excited seeing his expression, watching his eyes glaze all over her body. Not to mention that pringles can in his pocket.Look, I can even get my tan this way!She lays on her belly and does the splits. Her shoelace gets swallowed up. He is starting to lose his cool. He can’t help but scratch his groin a bit.I can even do yoga!She flips her legs above her head, aiming her pussy at his face.I’ll have to see you do that with the skirt so we can compare.She grabs her skirt and.