" Your tits feel good in my hands." He says softly. "But, may I try Mum, now?" Of course."He moves to Caroline and kisses her passionately. He feels h...r up expertly but when she groans, his head bobs down and he kisses her nipple through her shirt. "Oh my darling!" She whispers and quickly opens her shirt and bra to allow him access. He needs no instructions and sucks her breasts as she cries out.Suddenly he stops. "Sorry! I sort of got carried away." Oh but you were supposed to, Harry. You did. Harman had taken a step toward Alan when Truda appeared. "I suggest brother," Truda growled, "that if you start a fight with Alan that I be NO WHERE near. I would kick your ass when you both were done. What Alan has given us should make you happy not wanting to fight!" This time it was Harman who was putting his hands up as he was retreating before his rapidly advancing sister. Alan could only shake his head again as he heard Harman yell when Truda started to punch her brother. "Ow! Damn it. Everything" Then I can have the jumper?" I jokehe smiles, "You can have the shirt as well for all I care"I wanted to come back with something else but I found I was slightly too busy leaning in to kiss him. Our lips mashed together and his tongue darted out tasting my lips. I push him back against a wall unbuttoning his shirt as I go. His hands are on my hips sliding into the waistband of my skirt his fingers grazing the dimples in my lower back just above where my round toned butt cheeks. Sand... soft, pristine sand filters through my fingers. It is weirdly dark, with points of light peeking through. I realise that I have a straw hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up...the evening sun is softly glowing above the horizon (or is it dawn?). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer dress... navy... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Doesn't seem like Kuwait... the sand's too clean, like champagne coloured sugar.I stand up and.