I didn't give it too much thought, things continued as they were, good sex, a bit vanilla but good.One afternoon the phone rang and it was Barbette, "...aby could you pick me from Antoine's when you leave the office" - Antoine is her hairdresser - "I'm the last appointment and its going to run late". I told her that was not a problem "What time?" I asked, "About 6.30" she said and hung up.When I finished work I drove to Antoine's, parked and walked around to the front door. It was locked with a. It might be funny to just walk by and pretend like I don't know anything if confronted. It looked like a public beach anyway.So I got ready for beaching it and drove there...Well, the beach was public alright, but not very. And the spot pinpointed was like a half-mile to 1 mile walk from where I had to park. So I carried my chair and a cooler and a little radio down the beach, and I can saw the umbrella ahead in the distance. My heart was pounding as I approached, and even though she was. I had a crap night at work, as all I could think of was a meaty cock rubbing in my panties and filling them with spunk. It was a quiet night anyway, and so my boss sent me home half an hour early. By the time I got home, Mum and Dad were both in bed (there were some fairly disturbing creaking noises coming from their room; Yuk, surely they’re too old for that now, they’re both in their late forties!). I went to the bathroom at our end of the house for a pee. . ”He grinned and nodded to himself, heading back down the hall, passing a half open door and glancing inside for a moment, “Jaclyn’s room,” he thought to himself.He pushed the door further open and took a single step inside, letting his curiosity get the best of him. He didn’t know Monica’s sister all that well but he thought she was definitely growing into a gorgeous young woman. “If only she was a little older,” he thought to himself, fully entering the younger girl’s room and glancing.