This got me shit scared. Even the husband who was all this while busy managing the sons, looked at her with threatened eyes. He was a simpleton who al... the way gave me sweet smiles which said that he trusted me to protect his females from the indecent crowd. Little did he know that I was the biggest culprit. At this point I assured him by pretending to enquire his daughter if all was okay. She, with a coy smile also assured her father that it was someone’s foot which stamped on her causing her. It's dark and smoky with the low ebb and flow of conversation and the sharp clack-clack of a game of pool going on in the back. It's just like a thousand thousand bars across the country, only there don't seem to be any men here. Nothing keeps them out. There's no bouncer, no sign saying "Y Chromosomes Stop Here" outside the door. I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian. The tent was in a position such that the bright sun was on their side and I could see their silhouettes clearly while I quickly changed into my trunks and watched them. My mother-in-law had a pretty nice body still, but my wife and my sister-in-law looked similar.When they opened the curtain I was surprised at their bikinis. They were all identical. They were all the same size too so that my mother-in-law’s large breasts showed a little more than her daughter’s breasts did. I knew why my wife. Her sister continued to pump my cock while bringing her mouth up and down its length, alternating this with long, wet licks.Slowly, the buttons revealed the familiar busty chest, her skin flushed – and then the blouse was beyond memory.She remained framed by the doorway, clad in my favorite “fuck me” ensemble; a white pair of sheer panties with the embroidered silhouette of a pink kitten – right where it should be, and the matching white bra with pink trim and small bow bent in her ample.