We had the habit of having our dinner in dhaba.As my mom was a corporate lady she used to wear sexy transparent sarees with sleeveless blouses and mat...hing undergarments but most of the time she used to wear jeans and top or shorts and tees. Once such a night we both went for our dinner in a dhaba,I was wearing jeans and shirt while my mom was wearing red saree with black sleeveless and backless blouse and pink bra and panty.As we reached there every person was looking at her and playing with. Don't forget sunbathing too," Tammy added.George looked a little confused until she reminded him that when the first time the helicopter landed both she and Karl were naked on the beach. Then with another laugh she said, "Just about everyone's seen me naked. Doesn't matter anymore."Standing up, Sally grabbed George's arm saying, "Come on Scaredy Pants, wear your undies ... or not. Just come on and let's all get wet.Reluctantly, George got up and let Sally pull him to the door. Tammy and Karl. "I do too" he added."She looks like mom" he then said, "I mean her tits do". My cock twitched. I could not believe my l***** b****** just compared the boobs he saw to our moms... Where did he see her naked? When did he get to see her naked? How did he manage to remain unseen? These were the questions racing through my mind. Then, I realized his own bulge was quite substantial. He did not even try to hide it - it showed right through his PJ pants with a nice wet spot where his cock slit was. "Hello Irene, did you dream of me?"I stared into her green eyes. She was a bit taller then me, a bit skinnybut with all the curves in the right places and with a permanent naughtylook in her eyes. I confessed and she just smiled.During breakfast we talked about all kinds of things and I almost forgotthat I sat at a breakfast table in London, in lingerie, in full make up,with two pretty girls I was only just getting to know.Suddenly it all came back with a bang. I felt nauseous and nervous and.