How you say? We don't have swim suits." said Uly. "Oh! No problem. Follow me. I have a spare bedroom. With lots of swim suits and clothes. Even shoes ...hat you both would look great in. I have a few guests over during the summer who forget to bring a bathing suit." I said. The both giggled. "They will fit us?" said Uly. "Yes! All sizes. I have a friend who likes to go shopping for me (Mrs. T.) she keeps the place stock for just this occasion." I said.I took the girls up to the second floor. I. The last few months as you know by read The Oak I’ve been remembering and re-evaluating my past. I’m still doing so. In a sense I can say I’m being driven to do it or rather it’s happening and I can either embrace it or fight it. Something like this happened to me in my mid twenties and I fought it and it nearly killed me. You can see part of it reflected in “The Freya Cycle” I was fundamentally changing as a person and I didn’t like it. I fought it because I was scared of becoming something. Wow! What a boobs she has, really when ever I touch that I used to masturbate by going into the bathroom in the hospital itself.The day came we went for a movie and that movie was not good and we took the VIP seat where nobody was there except she and me. Movie started after 15 minutes. I put my hand on her boobs and started pressing she looked at me and gave a smile then I started pressing them harder and like that I continued then I took my hand inside her blouse and started pressing her. She moved her hands on our chest and nipples. We could not eat. Mom insisted that we finish lunch and whole day was ahead of us. We hurriedly finished out lunch and washed hands. Rohan was now eager for the main show. I was also excited to enjoy threesome. “Come on, Rohan, come near me”, she told Rohan. Trembling with excitement, Rohan approached her. To reduce the tension, mom embraced Rohan and moved her hand on his back. Her boobs were pressed hard on Rohan’s chest. She pulled Rohans’.