Twisting around, Clarisse kneeled over Daisy’s face, diving face first into Daisy’s sopping wet pussy. Daisy pulled Clarisse's pussy down closer t... her mouth, slipping her tongue deep inside her steamy, hot hole. Kneeling behind Daisy’s head I reached between them grabbing a handful of Clarisse’s juices to lubricate my cock before placing its huge, bloated head against Clarisse’s puckered little ass hole. Grabbing Clarisse’s hips, I slowly increased the pressure until my cock head slipped. "After I've got into my sleeping bag, you can pour some water on the fire and come along."I wasn't surprised at Mom's request for privacy. Mom was very modest around the house. She always changed clothes in private and locked the bathroom door except when she was just brushing her teeth or combing her hair, and if she was going about the house in her underwear or nightclothes, she always wore a substantial robe. She turned on one bulb of the fluorescent lantern and went into the tent.The 8' x. How long had he been there I had no idea. We must have alreasdy put on quiet an erotic display for him. Did Brenda know ? Should I tell her ? After her willingness to perform for our watcher in the dunes I decided to tell her. "Someone is watching us"."Good, where is he ?". Not quiet the response my loving wife would have given before our previous encounter. So all along she must have been hoping to be in this situation."He is in the hedge opposite your feet "."He'll get the best veiws there". " What do you mean?" I asked nervously. "Well no girl would be embarrassed by her own breasts in public, yet youwere," she replied."That's a bit different..." I began to retort, but was interrupted."No it's not different!" Susie answered. "We want you to be a girl andcan't have you picking and choosing when you'll be one. I'm happy to be aboy all the time, and I want you to be happy to be a girl!"I decided it wasn't going to be worth the effort to point out that actingand dressing as a boy was.