My mother looks like a Barbie doll. I never understood how I got brown hair and brown eyes because I don’t even look like my mother. I don’t even...look like my biological father. I really think she must have fucked the mail man or maybe I’m adopted. I really don’t know, but I don’t look like my mother in any way. I have always wondered if I might be adopted. She of course says I’m her daughter and that she’s my biological mother, but I really don’t know. I do think sometimes that my stepfather. "You don't need to be embarrassed. Just be yourself and everyonewill love you."Paul smiled and nodded."So, are you gonna leave it down, now?" Mary asked."Wellllll....." Paul was hesitant."Yes, he is," Lori assured her friends. "Someone give me a brush."She went to work like a woman on a mission, which she was. She parted hishair on the right side and worked his hair till it stayed put. Had shehad hairspray, she would have locked it in place.Again the girls complimented him endlessly.When the. I was checking Cindy out in that little yellow bikini. Her tits had to be thirty six c's I was guessing. Mark broke my trance by saying If you trying to guess , they are thirty four double d and they cost six thousand dollars EACH. Then he laughed. Cindy said you asshole stop saying it like that. Mark said it don't hurt as bad when I say six thousand instead of twelve. We all walked to the camper and Cindy went inside I thought to change but she came back out still in that little bikini carring. I could feel her moisture soaking through. He saw me and nodded. I pulled back the elastic and got my fingers under her panties and was rewarded with the feeling of her hot and slick pussy, she was dripping wet. She grabbed his head and started kissing him, and we both went back to massaging her breast.I slowly stroked up and down, pushing slightly each time, doing a circle around her clit. It only took a couple of these before she humped up at my hand when I was on her clit so I increased the.