What do you want to touch first, Quinn? My beautiful tits or my round, ready ass? Or maybe you’d like to get to feel your first pussy? So many choic...s.”“All of you,” I whisper-growled out loud. “I want all of you.”Taylor smiled satisfactorily. “That’s what I thought,” she told me. She turned back around, sliding a hand down between her legs again - this time, there were no panties in the way. Giving me a cute puppy-dog expression, she was playing with her pussy right there in front of me,. And we were approaching the last weekend of June. Time for Sandy to show up for her month with Daddy. And Nina.Nina, I'm happy to say, started prepping for the vacation at the beach two weeks in advance, making lists, showing them to me, refining, organizing. We went shopping and bumped up both our summer wardrobes. Included in hers, in addition to her normal, very conservative one-piece bathing suit, I watched her choose a couple of bikinis. Not tiny bikinis, but bikinis nonetheless.I. I entered the booth, closingthe half – door, (the bottom part is cut out, allowing fullview of the person sitting there), and inserted somequarters.I scrolled thorough the movies as I freed my cock from myshorts, my T-shirt already becoming sticky from myincreased horniness. I watched for a while, slowly strokingmy cock, before I heard the footsteps come down the hall. Iopened my legs wider to allow whoever it was to see better,then quickly pulled off my T-shirt to avoid it getting inthe. I strode down the row of shops and my eyes constantly scanned ahead and to the sides. I nodded to a uniformed constable at a laser grid blocking the entrance to a shop. He grinned and turned to switch the grid off, “it is a messy one Edward.”Unlike the other constables I not only worked in and on the King’s walk, I lived here. I stopped in the door to the shop and nodded to the two inspectors. One straightened and the other gestured to the bloody mess that had been the shopkeeper. I looked and.