Sarah is not a shy person and I was only mildly surprised she had done that. I was a bit more surprised when her hands went to her bikini pants and s...e slipped them down over her hips. As she stepped out of them she yelled that the last one in the water would have to cook breakfast. I glanced over at Scott and noticed his eyes roaming up and down Sarah's firm naked body which was backlit by the cabin lights as she dove into the water.Scott beat me in, stripping his boardshorts off and. The young man at the wheel knew it was just a short half mile off the main road, but having to drive more slowly always made it seem longer. And despite how many times he made the trip, the break in the trees and the subsequent blinding sunlight always caught him off guard. He squinted and raised his hand to block the light, and had to swerve to very nearly miss the pair of albino peacocks that liked to hang around the edge of the meadow. He ground to a halt, sighed and congratulated himself. I'm sorry, is this OK? Do you want me to stop? I withdraw my finger just a little.No? OK, then. Instantly my lips part to receive your trembling pecker, its glistening head just pushing past the uncut foreskin. My wet finger, meanwhile, renews its exploration with additional vigour. Another moan-grunt from you as I put a little pressure on your tight hole and the tip of my finger slips inside.I push up into your tight asshole, the tip of my index finger inside you up to the first knuckle. You. There was no choice at this point. “Put it in me, Walter,” she begged. Please baby“What? are you sure?”looking deeply into his mothers eyes “Put your cock in there. In my vagina son. Don't be afraid.” “I'm not afraid mom,” he said. “Only I never did that before.” “It's ok, I'll show you how she said. “Come on Walter. Now.” She inched forward on the broad arm of the chair until her wet open slit was poised at the edge. It was exactly on a level with the straining taut tip of her sons throbbing.