”The tour of the bridge ended with Jasmine and Morales standing at the very front of the bridge. At a mental command from Jeff, what both Morales an... Jasmine had thought was a big screen that curved around the front, suddenly turned into a holographic view of the cave entrance from roughly a hundred feet above, but the effect was as if the front of the bridge had disappeared. Morales grunted and Jasmine hissed out a breath. The instinct was to grab hold of something to keep from falling through. Tracey poured out his story. Time flew by and suddenly one of the barmen shouted loudly, “Last call. We close in fifteen minutes.”Could it actually be almost two am?Jeff held Tracey’s hand. “Why don’t we get one more round and then walk out on the beach. Come with me and I promise you a weekend you will never forget.”After all the time and strength and courage it had taken to come through the front door, it took but a moment and seemed so natural to walk out the back door onto the private. Susan was carrying abasket of dirty clothes she and Nikki’s father hadaccumulated over the weekend. Susan stopped in front of Nikki and said, “Hey littlegirl, if you want to look like you’ve got boobs then atleast be realistic. I mean stuffing a bunch of socks in away oversized-bra is just too obvious.”“You mean like this?” asked Nikki innocently as shepulled the bottom of her tee shirt out up and over herenormous tits. She let the cloth lay there as if it. And don’t think it’s because they don’t care. They do, but we have an understanding.”“Tell me about it,” I gasped as she stroked my cock. I wondered if we even had any costumes to try on tonight.“Mom and Dad are theater people. They grew up in a theater tradition. My grandparents on both sides met while performing off-Broadway shows that never made it big. But theater is a little more casual about issues of modesty. They are very protective of my modesty when it comes to anyone older, but they.