Although he did stop to ask me if I was ok…just as I was having an orgasm, my cheeks were flushed and my nipples were hard beneath my bra which was ...ecoming visible… I sensed my master was enjoying the evening, playing a dangerous game by commenting on my breasts, something which doesn’t happen around others. I decided this was the time to sit opposite him and while he turning the egg up faster, I would lean across the table, letting him have full vision of my breasts…which definitely was. I couldn't resist explaining the last point in more detail (I quite enjoy thinking about sex), "I suggested to Carol that she shouldn't wear jeans around me in the future, only dresses or skirts, so I could run my hand all the way to the top of her legs. She easily agreed to that. Then I added that you might want to feel up Carol's legs too, so it'll be interesting to see how she dresses around you in the future. I've a feeling you won't be seeing any jeans. Later I got her to confirm that. ” I pulled on a string and the knot exploded. Her top shot off as her struggles finally flipped her into the passenger seat. It was only a split second before she snatched it up and held it to her bare breasts, but it was enough. She gave me the dirtiest look and started putting it back on as we pulled into the packed beach parking area. She had gotten it mostly back on but was having trouble trying it in the tight space of the car. “I’m sorry, it just had to be done.” I laughed, shutting. He was now standing next to the cot shaking, his erection jutting in front of him. Heidi stared at the young man’s erection and as she did, her small, soft hand reached for, then touched the swaying, jerking pole. Her fingers wrapped around the swollen organ and began to slide up and down the vein-encircled sides. Tiny, opalescent droplets seeped from the slit in the purple, arrow-shaped tip as she stroked it. Bobby’s legs were quivering and he gasped when Mrs. Tate’s hand began to move over.