The women especially seemed enthralled. Mike's wife was red in the face. Her eyes narrowed in anger.Jim continued: "No, I guess not, that's a lot for ...omeone her age, but eight hundred, surely eight hundred. You have to agree, at least eight hundred, blow job included." "Uh, yeah, I guess, eight hundred, yeah." Mike wasn't sure where this was leading. He guessed, rightly, that it was about humiliating Tori, punishing her. In the back of his mind he knew things would be worse, much worse, with. I looked at Lucy, she went pink, she knew that I was looking at her little breasts, she had a plump little mound like her mother too. We all went and jumped into the shallow water, it felt chilly at first then warm as we got used to it. Both Auntie’s and Lucy’s nipples stuck out, if the water had been really warm I would probably have got an erection.Auntie always carried a sketch pad with her and while she started sketching, Lucy and I hunted the rock pools. As Lucy bent and stood her bikini. Sure, on the surface, you might be someone to jump at the chance to do what she wanted. But, I must admit, to me, it sounded horrible. Why would I want to fuck a sleeping woman? She’d not even be reacting, into it, moaning, encouraging me, fucking me back as hard as I fucked her. All my experiences with women had been awake and with both of us taking part. The way she asked for it made it sound like rape. Even though she gave her consent, the act itself sounded like something I would not want. “Which color shall we try first, sir?”I had crossed my hands in front of my erection. “The black, I think.”She took the black nightgown and slid her arms into it. Raising her arms over her head, she let it slide down over her body. She made a slight adjustment to put her breasts in the right place. then stood in front of me. “What do you think, sir?” She slowly turned, allowing me to see the gown from every direction.I could make out the shadows of her breasts and buttocks against the fabric,.