But even with his sunglasses on, I knew this guy was checking me out.As I walked past him I gave him the slightest head nod with a sly grin which was ...y way of inviting him back to my place... what would he do?Walking up through the dunes to my back door, I could not feel him following me. Darn...There is an outdoor shower at my little beachside shack which isn’t really visible from the beach. I had a quick rinse, dried myself off a little bit and went inside.The experience was a bit of a. My hero.Now I could admit it to myself. I had a crush on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.I melted in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. Kissing me hard and hot.We shuffled over to his bed, not letting go, not breaking the kiss.We lay down and I was on my back. I spread my legs and John nestled between them. Kissing me.I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.I bent my legs and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the base of my hard cock and I felt his length. Ever so slowly, I inched the material upwards towards her head. Already she was looking better with her stomach exposed above those irresistible white panties. When I reached the mounds of her breasts I paused, checking her face again to see if she was waking. My hands were shaking at this point, and my knees felt ready to buckle. Taking a silent, deep breath, I tugged once more at her shirt pulling first one side, then the other up over her tits. The sight was incredible. My sister's breasts. It flared nicely from her hips in soft pleats to just above her knees, and fit more closely in the middle and bodice portions, though still by no means snug.Her breasts swayed enticingly with each movement, the nubs of her large, obviously erect nipples showing from time to time as they moved against the thin fabric. She was Beaver Cleaver’s mom, with a touch of wanton slut thrown in for good measure to beguile poor Ward. It reminded me of an old joke.“Hey, Marce, you know what the dirtiest.