Two currants on a bread-board as my mum used to say about herself, before the implants. Well, perhaps not quite that small, but nowhere near Shauna. I...reckoned Shauna needed an entire alphabet to describe her bra size. Whilst Kaylee could have got by with the first two letters. We turned right into Priory Marina. As usual I ducked reflexively as we passed under the height restrictor, despite the fact that it was way higher than the roof of the Escort. Kaylee laughed at me as I did so and I. I turn and head back towards the bedroom dragging Max with me. No words just complete silence. I stop in front of the bed, aim straight for her neck and began to kiss and suck on both sides. She exhales and grabs my cock through my sweats. Tugging at my dick, stroking it and squeezing. I'm kissing my way down to her small breasts and gripping them. Max pushes back, drops to her knees and with one motion my sweats are around my ankles.I'm looking down at the top of her grey hair as she's. After all, avoiding a tan during a summer heat, on an open field no less, is impossible. And if his threat of field work holds true, you may finally know what being muscular is like. If everything goes according to his plans, the current scrawny you would be completely unrecognisable upon returning.Such an idea still sounds frustrating. You're determined not to let him dictate your vacation.Nevertheless, while this treatment was commonplace, the actual bizarre thing happened as you stepped out. She wore a tuxedo-printed T-shirt with a v-slash cut-away at the bottom that just exposed her pussy. We all got a good laugh and persuaded Wendy to drop the servant role and sit and have breakfast with us. And what a breakfast! There was baked apple-cinnamon French toast that was unbelievable. Sausages. Bacon. Melon balls sprinkled with goat cheese. More coffee. Hot cinnamon rolls. And Mimosas. We were at the table eating, laughing, joking and staring at each other’s naughty bits for an hour.