No! Being different doesn't make you nasty, weird, strange or disgusting. But it does make you a very interesting woman to find out about. Besides, li...e I said the thought of you in that position is very stimulating."She turned to me and this time her face was a bit strained. "Would it be stimulating if you were the one lying in front of me?" I looked at her and kept my face poker blank. Then I turned and took my drink in my hand. I twirled the glass making the ice clink. I never looked at her. ‘What do you think of the view?’ said Sylvia. ‘Looks just great from where I am.’ I said ‘Are you sure?’ Said Sylvia. ‘Bob told me you had a chat in the car and I’m so pleased you want to play with us.’ ‘Er yes but I’m not sure what you want me to do.’ I said. Sylvia’s voice lowered to a husky level. ‘Come over here and play with me Pete.’ I moved over to where Sylvia was kneeling, her bottom raised up in the air, cut-off jeans riding in between her buttocks and the lovely mound of her pussy. . both.One of my favorite little games was to engage in double entendre with the little darlings before leaving for the engagement and savoring their little glances of interest or nuances of immature flirtation offered like some naughty hatchling tempted to leave the nest for the first time. Then, for the entire time of our absence, I would allow my rampant cock to savor the speculation of squeezing up into their little entryways with their knickers still hanging on one long bare leg. If. I already gave approval on it because I didn’t see you objecting, but I wanted to let you know. The plane is still a few hour out from Tahiti, but Dawn convinced the pickup team to call me with a special request. Apparently, she and the twins have been in the back of the plane chatting away since they took off from Dallas. Dawn came up half-way through the flight and asked if she could be allowed to spend the night in the twin’s cabin. She said her mother never let her have a sleepover, and was.