El was showing him her bare tits. He couldn’t look away. Nick had been curious about what she looked like naked since puberty. The more he got to kn...w El the more he liked her. She had even been the subject of many of his masturbatory fantasies over the years. Her nipples had been sticking out through the fabric of her shirt. It was distracting. Nick broke the awkward silence by saying, “I don’t know why you’d say horrifying Mam. They are lovely.”El sighed in relief. “You don't think my tits. She sighed, and went on, as though getting it all out at once, “So-o-o, why don’t we just, kind of, um, help each other out?” I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a kid wants Christmas, but there was no way I thought I could do that in front of her. “I can’t …, I don’t…, think…,” I stammered. She leaned forward, and said, soothingly, “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other. We could look but not touch if you’re feeling a bit shy, just kind of play around, maybe kiss each other. I danced with each of my brothers in turn, happily relaxing in their arms. When it came to Peter's turn, I was a little surprised to feel his hands moving up and down my back but I gave it little thought.Eventually we sat back down again: Peter leaned back with his head on my lap and his hand resting on my right knee. Paul took up a similar position on my left. Nothing unusual in that, they had done it countless times over the years. I suppose they had felt more secure like that, especially in. Maybe 5'3 at a push, her dress was stretched tight over her juicy, perky C cups, nipples clearly visible through the thin material, a tight stomach and back arched in her squat, pushing out that perfect, round bubble butt. It was the first thing I'd noticed about her when I met her around an hour previously. Obscenely plump and thick, perfectly round and bouncy, but deliciously tight - an equal product of her age, her Latina genes and hours upon hours of squats. The angle of the mirror gave me.