"So," I asked the two of them. "Did you have fun at the beach?" "Yes," Jim answered. "But we are tired and don't want to drive on home tonight. I hope...you don't mind if we stay the night." Oh no," I said. "We don't mind at all." I was lying, but I think I fooled them. I offered them both a drink so maybe they would start drinking, pass out early, and I could slip off to my study. "Thanks Joe," Carol said. "Laying in the sun all day always makes me tired. I just want to eat and relax." The. "--- "We were wondering how did you manage to hide your wounds. You know, one or two times a doctor had to get involved."--- "Yes, sir. I visit a doctor a lot." --- she said --- "But ..."--- "You don't want to tell us?" --- asked Sam--- "I want. I will tell you everything you want, but ..." --- she said hesitating --- "I don't want the doctor to be ..."--- "You don't have to tell us his name." --- said Hank.--- "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." --- she smiled --- "I go to the the same doctor,. Softer. He tried unbuttoning the coat, but the button hole was snug and he fumbled time after time.“Tear it open, pull it,” she said. She ground her ass against his cock.Tim jerked and the two buttons clattered into the sink. He cupped her breasts and felt the big rigid nipples between his fingers. Now he knew what felt different , she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her round firm breasts were full and warm and heaving as she panted with lust. Tim didn’t even try opening the buttons on Jill’s blouse.. My face was smack dab in the middle of her tits, my cock was swelling and I got up before both could see the bulge of my tumescent cock.Mom was behind me, shaking her head and if Aunt Marsha saw my engorged state, she never said a peep. So she directed us into the other room for our visit, but it was an action that nearly haunted me, and was a frequent visitor to my masturbatory thoughts.Mom was asleep at the moment as we drove. When we got to Aunt Marsha’s home, Mom got out of the car and I.