It was Janice. Every mans' head turned to watch her parade down the side of the pool to the shallow end. Janice was wearing a tiny weeny scarlet bikin.... Her tits were barely covered and the thong was like a tiny triangle covering her pussy only. It was held in place by narrow tapes. As she walked her tits wiggled a little. It looked to John that Janice's tits might be self supporting if the bra was removed.John paid close attention to Janice's pussy as she climbed down the steps into the pool.. ”After a few seconds, “I’m sorry I am craving for a woman’s touch. Let’s make a deal. Let me fuck you once if I can’t satisfy you I will never show you my face again, deal?” Mom said, “This is wrong.”He said, “What is wrong? I also knew you are craving for a man’s touch and I am craving for a woman’s touch. Maybe we can satisfy each other. One chance.” While talking he inserted his finger into her saree, petticoat reached her pussy and rubbed her so in such a weak moment.Mom replied, “Ok.” He. I can see both of you staring at your cock entering me, at my breasts bouncing at eye level for the driver, my nipples so painfully erect, cheeks flushed with desire. He reaches his hand out tentatively, catches your eye, enquiringly, and you catch mine. You gaugue my desire, and nod to him, smiling, as you pull me firmly down onto your cock once more. His hands feel strange as they cup my breasts, searching out different patterns from yours. Cupping them gently, pushing them together, his cock. We were there for a while but no Ashley. I was disappointed but said nothing to my wife. Towards the end of the afternoon, Ashley finally showed up in her neon green bikini, only this time her long, dark hair was not held back in a pony tail. It flowed down her back and I found her to be much more attractive with her hair this way. When she entered the pool, she approached where my wife and I were sitting and stood before me, talking to my wife. I pretended not to be looking but my gaze was.