I don’t reckon there’s a damn one of ‘em who owns a set of underwear either, from the looks of their naked asses when the wind blows them ragged...skirts up.Hell, they don’t even wait for the wind to blow their skirts up, they walk around fannin’ their skirts up over their asses in all this hot weather. I don’t reckon I can blame ‘em though, I doubt it’ll ever cool off here in the South again.Damn it, there he goes again, right through that back gate just a runnin for the barn. Hell, I’m tired of. He withdrew to put his hand up under her tank top and teased her nipple again. She thrust her hips forward and his cock pressed into her, its hardness obvious. Her hand went down and confirmed the impression, tracing around his cock with her fingers. She continued to explore his cock as he pulled her bra up over her breasts. He felt the turgor of a nipple, the little bumps on the areola and the soft roundness of her breast. She let go of his cock for a moment and with a deft movement. She felt the euphoria of the smoke and exhaled. "Give me a call," she said. The man looked down at her card. It read simply, "Dee Rogers". Her cell number was at the bottom. He looked up and smiled. Dee smiled and walked back to her seat. They ordered. Dee had a salad with white wine. Ro ordered Cajun sea food. "When we kissed at your apartment, I felt some wonderful hot tits. They were nice. How big are they?" he said. "Oh! You liked them? They are big enough for a big girl," Dee replied. I had trepidations about seeing mom for the first time as a girl andwhen she saw Cindy and I she said there are my two beautiful daughterswhich made me cringe being referred to as a girl even though I was one."Come on girls help me in the kitchen with breakfast so we can get themen to load the car and on our way to the beach," mom said.Mom handed me the bread to make toast and Cindy a pan to cook eggs whileshe checked the oven to check on the bacon and, in a few minutes, we hadbreakfast made.