Both girls had unbuttoned their blouses and were holding them open, showing me their bras. Then they squatted down and opened their knees for me too. ... squatted down for that picture.The teacher was getting her courage up and so was Natalie. Their blouses came off and then their bras came off. They stood facing me, facing each other, facing away from me, and then back to back. They got nipple to nipple and then they kissed. The teacher sucked both of Natalie’s nipples and let her suck her. I found the bulge in his pants and started stroking him there. I moved his hand to my bare leg and hoped he would get more engaged. When he was still holding back, I dragged his hand up under my skirt and he did start stroking the silky fabric of my panties."You seem nervous," I asked. And he nodded."Would you like me to take off my clothes?" That would be nice." So I stood up in front of him and undid the top two buttons on my shirt. That did get his attention, especially when I put two hands. Her body was not as perfect as Aunt Frankie's -- her legs not as long or lean, her stomach flat but not as firm, her breasts not quite as big. But Trevor didn't notice any flaws; he saw only a vision of beauty, a goddess with a crown of brown hair. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, yanked off his jeans.Meanwhile his mom slipped out of her bra, freeing her melon- sized breasts capped by already-erect nipples standing out from small, dark circles. As Trevor kicked off his white socks, his mother. It was cool from lack of light and partial outdoor ventilation.We were not alone here! Even trying their best to be quiet, the sounds of sexual encounters could be heard. The smell of sex; all kinds of sex, wafted on the air. The set up of the giant vases meant we had to walk past others engaged in sexual congress, which for someone like me was shocking and momentarily uncomfortable. There were couplings of every orientation, some of whom ignored us as we walked past, some who studied us.