We sat at the bar and downed some more beer and margarita's when a beach vendor came along selling blankets. I love Mexican blankets and bought one..... asked why? we didn't need it for the bed and I said but we do for the beach later.. speaking of the beach and it was dark I said let's go for a walk and find a deserted place to be alone.. we headed down towards the water and I spread it out.. she literally jumped on top of me and I grabbed her braless tits.. they weren't much more than C's. "Hmm… I wonder if it tastes like a mushroom…" Eureka thinks to herself.Eureka takes a hold of it, and smiles to herself as Renton moans from her grip. She gives it a test lick, deciphering whether or not she liked the taste. It had a, reminiscently, salty taste. She, never the less, liked it. Renton was starting to feel a pressure build in his member as she danced her tongue along its length. The feeling of her tongue massaging it was so euphoric, it was becoming unbearable. Eureka took it all. John's leadership, although I might modestly add that I also played a part.Charles and I shared the same tent, and in fact on several occasions I offered to share Dolores with him, as I thought he deserved some reward for his prowess in battle. He politely declined the opportunity to make the beast with two backs with her, saying that he must remain true to his sweetheart back in England. I did not belabour the point, although I think Dolores felt a bit aggrieved. Whether that was because of me. Mom threw me the keys to the car and said “You drive Danny, I have a splitting headache.”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour and a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty, but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt.