Just wow. “Hmm?” I felt something press against my own erection. I didn’t know what it was, but it felt warm and soft. I looked down and saw ...hat I had leaned so close against Michelle that the erection poking out of my pants was pressing against her buttocks. “Wa - “ Michelle mouthed. She turned her head and glanced downwards. Then her eyes found me. “I - ah...,” I mouthed but couldn’t say a single world. I knew that I was a dead man. I had only met Michelle several hours ago and now I. I knew that it would be a group of four men and me, and that I was basically to be the hired slut and some fun entertainment for them. I was told I would help serve drinks and I should especially flirt and smile at the boats owner who was some big wig someplace. So I wore a very tiny bikini with tiny bottoms that just covered my full pussy lips and was only a G string in back. Over it I had on a little backless mini sundress. I also wore slip on sandals and lots of sunscreen that I worked all. Like taste and the perfection of the sense of smell, he'd leave speaking for another day.Time to kiss.Carol felt what she assumed were her son's imaginary lips. They didn't feel like lips, though. They applied steady pressure, and his lips didn't move on hers. She tried to move her lips a little to give him an idea of how his lips should react to hers, but nothing changed. The pressure wasn't too hard or too soft, just pressure, not like a kiss at all. She'd received better mother/son kisses. ”I was beyond gone.*I was pretty sure I could have blown a load right then and not lost my hard-on, but I wanted to learn what she had in mind.“Teach me,” I whispered back.She wiggled the shorts past her hips and let them drop, then kicked them aside. Her tanned tummy and thighs framed a tiny red triangle covering her pussy, and the thong strings hugged her hips.“Take off your blouse,” I said.She watched her fingers flick the buttons, and opened the shirt to show me her full, lovely tits. Big,.