They’d agreed to early Sunday afternoons if I gave them Friday afternoons off. I was entertained by their little work of fiction. They really didn�...t have to work 40 hours a week yet. They were both on salary, so they were paid the same regardless of how many hours they worked. Mom and Dad told me that the two didn’t take advantage and seemed to get their work done, so I didn’t have any problems with it.My odd work schedule meant that there were times when they might have to work seven days. I did. She sat on the bed beside my and leaned over to take a good look. Her breasts appeared to be plunging out of her top as I looked down her top. That view made my cock even harder. I was stroking furiously and reached down her shirt to play with her titties. That appeared also to be an appropriate non sex maneuver and I played one handed with one breast, then the other while my other hand was stroking my cock.She pulled my pants off completely and laid them on the bed, then my briefs. I. Paige was sixteen, but more mature than John physically and mentally, and even at that tender age sported amazingly firm 36c boobs, which with her long blonde hair and hazel eyes made her incredibly sexy looking.On our first night, David and I were a little tired from the flight – but not John and Paige who quickly got changed and headed straight for the pool in the late afternoon sunshine. David – forty at the time, and 6ft, 190lbs – and me – thirty-eight, 34c, 120lbs long blonde hair and. " I was disgusted with myself already, and I'd done nothing. "Move around front where you can see what I'm doing. I'll come back to you."To put things off, I went over to Fulmala. Standing behind her, I collected her thick black hair, running it through my fingers, then caressed her cheek. She shuddered; I ran my hands over her neck and her upper back, then pressed my erection against her neck as I bent to collect her breasts. "These are beautiful, "I whispered. "In fact, everything about you.