Our hips continue to rock as we finish our mutual orgasm. Your head comes falling back onto me and mine does the same to your shoulder. We stay like t...is for an eternity, or at least it seems so. As we reach the sand of the beach we pull ourselves together and reach for our clothing. As we head back to the car we flash each other devilish grins. We climb into the back of the truck and begin to cuddle letting the night air flow over our bodies. Your hand finds it way to my thigh and my eyes open. .. I decided to suggest something. "You know, Chip, I've always wanted to see what it felt like to lay in bed naked next to a girl, and I bet you have, too. How about if we get in bed together and pretend?" Sure," he said, with a touch of enthusiasm.So without further ado, we climbed into my bunk (Chip usually slept on the top one, and me on the bottom), and pulled up the sheet to cover us.Unsure where to begin, we decided to start by just putting our arms around each other and hugging. This. I had not realised the family connection until I saw him at the funeral, because Sarah was the daughter of Mr Sims’ daughter, Margery, married to Captain Simon Turner, a tank commander away serving in North Africa.I looked the Sims family up in newspaper archive of my local library but Mary gave me most of the information. Little Sarah was always sickly and often bedridden, but was always an avid film fan. As most of Marcia la Mare’s films were certified U for family viewing, Sarah saw all. This was a piece of cake, in her mind.Thomas Michael Robertson was born when the twins were three days into their senior year of high school. Gloria had maternity leave from her job, and reveled in taking care of our new son. The girls helped, but they were also focused on their futures. Suddenly, good grades actually meant something to them.I had never been around a woman who was breastfeeding. It was beautiful. It also gave me a hardon, which Gloria was delighted about. More than once, she.