That evening was my last night in Jamaca.Jamaicas a warm evening and my beach front hotel offered a great view of the golden moon rising over the spar...ling ocean.The wind felt like a million little fingers as it careesscaressedini clad body. I wore a electric blue bikini that fit me good. Through the bikini top I could see my slightly firm nipples showing just a little. I could see the hawk just above my nikni lbikiniits wings spread like a bird of prey. It was beautiful and very well done, but. Everything seems normal and like before in the evening, the only difference is maybe my mother seems a little more affectionate and my dad sometimes looks over at me with a little indulgent look on his face and goes back to his newspaper. Yeah, he reads it on paper just like in the 20th century. Sometimes Mom goes first but tonight when I was ready I said goodnight and went to my old bedroom which is down the hall and around the corner from theirs. That's when I get my show. I can see into. ... Thank you so much.... Thank you for making me into a REAL WOMAN. This cock... It's too much..." Jessica moaned. I lifted up her shirt past her breasts and saw her small perky tits bounce with each thrust I made inside her. I stared at her boobs as they bounced and started sucking on one of them. Jessica moaned even more and wrapped her legs around me locking me in the position we were in."I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum so hard" Jessica moaned. "Cum for me and I'll cum for you" I said and. We all talked non-stop over lunch, Mum just had a huge grin on her face with twelve people around her dining table. At three, Alastair & Catriona Baxter rang the bell; they had driven up that morning and were staying at the George, despite Mum’s protestations (and secret relief). They happily accepted a cup of tea and a slice of one of Mrs Johnson’s finest pork pies, and then said that they’d see us all later.Jen’s 21st party went very well indeed; we all enjoyed looking at the display of.