I always ate this in the morning before my workout. I sat at the small table and just watched her. Rachel was wearing a pair of boxers and a hoodie. I...'s true; you really notice just how pretty a girl is when she's not trying."Aren't those my boxers?" I wondered."Yes, they are. Is that a problem?" No, it's cool, I just wondered. I don't have to wear your panties now, do I?" Who knows, maybe you will." She giggled as she saw me getting red.We were both sat at the table, eating breakfast, when I. There was no shortage of pretty women in very small bikinis, happily showing off their best assets, but because I am very married, I had to remain faithful and keep my eyes to myself, although I will admit to staring off every now and then.It was hot. It was very hot and none of us were acclimated to the heat, not even my Mexican father-in-law, so it didn’t take long for him and my wife to decide the beach sun was too much.“I’m going up to the room,” Maria declared, “this is too much!”She asked. In fact, he did not ever, in her knowing, step over the line, or else he knew he would suffer at home come bedtime! Mary though was as far opposite as could be, though in her case it was reluctantly… she was in charge, of the small holding her a****ls and Gerald, though she itched to be controlled or dominated, unfortunately her husband was not the man for that sort of a lifestyle. Gerald her husband of ten years now, was a reluctantly controlled, you couldn’t call him a dom having been. ”“So why the pressure then?”“It’s a stupid competition with my aunt. She’s got six grandchildren already.”We continued chatting until I finished my soda. Normally two teens would want to be left alone but in this case I was actually hoping Maria’s mother would join us to show some semblance of acceptance. It wasn’t to be, she stayed securely the other side of the kitchen door.“I’d better be going,” I said. “My dinner will soon be ready.”Maria showed me to the door. “Thank you for walking me.