My skirt came up again. He blinked, camera in hand....you see me, oh you DO see me...The boat started it's turn around the end of the pier to its doc.... The man licked his lips. He raised his camera halfway. ...you KNOW, don't you...The wind gusted, caressing my thighs, making me shiver. The man brought the camera up, focused....you WANT me to be bad, don't you...I saw the flash of his camera. I wanted him to take more pictures. The boat was almost past me. I turned my head, face down,. Feeling my muscles contract, tightening and releasing. My fingers covered in creamy whiteness. I lay against the door, panting, trying to catch my breath. As I stand up my legs quiver, I try to keep balanced. I place my hands on the counter. My hair still wrapped in my towel, my face red, as my body overheats. I smile at my accomplishment. I dry my hair, placing my pjs on and walk out the door to my room. My neither lips still tingling. Beneath my pants. As I lay on my bed. Making sure my door. Did you do as I asked?”Without the slightest hesitation she lifted the slip and the hem rose above her navel. She was totally naked under that slip. No panties, nothing and her pussy looked freshly shaved. She had a bright smile on her face as she stood showing her pussy to God the neighborhood and everybody.This isn’t something MY WIFE would do unless forced, and then not with a stupid grin on her face.“You can’t go out in that, you’ll get arrested.” I shouted.“I’ll make sure that doesn’t. "What's up?"Brock wasn't sure how to begin the conversation."I ran into someone today," he started. "Uh, do you remember the picture I showed you when you guys were up here?" Of course," Susan said, concern evident in her voice. "Brock, are you OK?" I'm fine," he said. "Well, sort of fine. Look, Suze, she said she was my sister." Your what?" Susan asked, her voice rising with alarm."She said she's my sister," Brock repeated. "Well, half-sister anyway. She said we have the same father." Is she.