Saturday afternoon around one. Pilar and I were doing laundry — a week’s worth of sheets and towels.I said, “Unicorn?”“Let’s.”Being a tr...ined detective, licensed, I noted the number of eyeballs that clocked Pilar’s little twitchy-butt in white short-shorts as we threaded our way through the dining room to the last free table in the bar area.She was, admittedly, quite a sight. That cinnamon skin, her good posture — it looked like she was balancing a book on her head. And those painted-on shorts.. Next, she told me to spread my legs. Once I did that, she tied my legs to the table, leaving me face down on the table and spread eagle. She attached another strap from my collar to the top of the table to prevent me from standing. She then pulled my dick off the end of the table and sucked it until I was, once again, on the verge of cumming. And again, to my chagrin, she stopped before I came.By this time, I don't think I was thinking straight. All I could think about was needing to cum. . "I beamed and sat in a deck chair near my mom. It was already getting warm so I took my tee shirt off and sat in my new bikini top."I couldn't help noticing you don't have any tan lines," Meg said."No," Mom chuckled. "I think Jen would go topless all the time if she could."Amanda laughed and said, "I can't blame her; I know I would." Feel free, we don't have any silly hang ups about that sort of thing," Mom said. "In fact, it really irks me we girls have to live with a double standard as it. After a few short minutes of terror (did I taste ok? Did I smell?) I relaxed. I remember distinctly him trying to push his tongue inside me after licking my clit for a while, and just reaching down and trying to pull him back up to where the action was. He eventually got the hint and went to town. I mean I came. I came two or three times before he stopped, and I was a bowl of jelly. After he raised up from me he kissed me, and I remember that taste very distinctly. It was very different than I.