So we started early morning she was in T-shirt and leggings and looking damn hot. She sat beside me and her body is pressing on mine. A current passed...through me and I started my ride with that shock. Already we started our journey after a joint.Within 50 kms she insisted me to roll another one as it is early morning I to don’t mind it rolled one in road itself. She blasted it and inhaled the smoke and kissed me in lips and passed it to me on the open highway. It was such a shock to me. Then. Oh, Denise always had such good coffee on hand!I admired my beautiful niece in profile: the narrow nose, wide bright eyes that just barely evidenced her Vietnamese heritage, the full, slightly opened lips that showed a bit of her African American side, the long, tumbling mop of thick black hair that was uniquely hers. And now, for the first time, I saw her breasts without any covering: they were really nothing more that well-shaped cones, capped by dark areolas and pencil-eraser-sized. Then we were just doing what everyone always does in the ocean. Swimming, splashing, dunking, laughing.Suddenly one of the girls grabbed my butt and we all started playing grab-ass. I was getting to cop a feel off all the girls and they were copping a feel off of me at the same time. What started as a small step over the line soon took on a life of its own. We were no longer splashing or laughing, but we were feeling. My hand first came up from the water to fondle Emily's boobs, tweak the round. It helped that her job was a quick walk from her top floor loft apartment she shared with her husband. Sara had been married to Chad, an older, silver haired, hedge fund manager for 14 years. Years ago, when she was a new attorney working for Chad’s bank her life changed. Even then he had a distinguished look: tall, broad shoulders and piercing brown eyes that smoldered. Those brown eyes focused on her early on in meetings. Her neck flushed red when she noticed his focus on her and turned.