Of course, Deb had no swimwear but she said she didn’t need any.We went to the Spa and we started to go to the change rooms. “Hey, why bother! I ...on’t have swimmers so I’m just stripping and jumping in,” Deb said.I watched as she undressed, she seemingly had no inhibitions as she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had often imagined her tits and there they were on display; smallish, beautiful, and just teasing me as I gazed at them … I’m such a tit. They got the boys back to the school so they could change and do a final sound check.The mom’s had fun and danced during the entire show, while the boys played different songs from all the different hair bands. Three hours later the show was over and the boys packed up, loaded the van and station wagon back up.“Hey Mom, we were talking, well more actually thinking about what you said earlier before we left tonight.” Billy said to close the back of the van.“What’s that Billy?” She asked.“Well. Stephanie’s parents, who had already paid for the reception, were especially sour at having their daughter double-stuffed in front of hundreds of guests by older men they were never even introduced to.The groom could not spot his bride in the procession, only the back of one of his "best man’s" tuxedo. Once they stepped up the stairs and rotated, he saw the radiant redhead he fell in love with… the left side of her face anyway.The ceremony was as traditional as could be outside the fact that. When home my eyes were constantly checking her out. Looking at her relaxed in her t-shirt and sweat pants, no bra, comparing the size of her tits through her shirt with my wife's. Wondering if the nipples were the same. We took her out to see the local stuff, watching her in her jeans, always walking slower than everyone else for some reason. It was fun watching both sisters talk as I looked at both of their asses and fantasized about them being nude, side by side. One day my wife, we'll call.