"Yes you are." The girls shoo'd me from the kitchen while they made dinner. I watched them move about, Patty's breasts bouncing with each step. Debbi... dropped a spoon, and bent to pick it up, damn, what a view, I'd have to revisit that later. After dinner, we retired to the big couch in the great room and chatted and planned our next few days. The girls wanted to go shopping, of course, so we set aside one day for that. Hiking in the National Park would eat up another day, the third would be. He fixed us both with his lovely eyes, ‘Oh yes,’ he said, ‘I would say that ‘good’ is an understatement. You two are fabulous.’ ‘You called us ‘houri’s’ last night. What’s a ‘houri’?’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘it comes from the Arabs. A houri is, properly, one of the beautiful virgins of the Koranic paradise but it can also mean a voluptuous woman. I just think it means beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, women like you two.’ ‘Flatterer,’ Jo said, ‘you’re only after one thing!’ ‘Well,’ he said again fixing us. ..aaah.....aaaaah!’ His hips moved in time with Colin's rhythm. ‘Listen.....aaaah.....when I come, you've got to jump up on to the sofa and stand with your feet either side of my legs, hands supporting you on the wall.....and you mustn't move your hands.’ He gave a long, deep groan; Auntie Doreen was creating a dream. His made-up eyes caught the boy's. ‘Promise?’Colin nodded. He could feel Doreen's hard-on swelling in his hands, inside a pair of silky knicks. It wouldn't be long before he. Then Gail said they had pictures of them in Canada at a rainbow parade. She went into their bedroom and came out with an album. She came over to the couch and told me to push over, and she sat next to me and put the album on my lap and opened it up.”“The first page was just some snapshots in different parts of the country. They told me they loved to travel. The next page was them at a gay parade and pictures of them with other couples, both gay and the not so gay that they called their.