But if they were being honest, they would've just wanted to see me strut around in a skimpy bikini.I guess I couldn't blame them. Sure, I always told ...hem to piss off whenever they suggested it. I wasn't about to waste my time like all the ditzy bimbos who liked to enter that sort of stuff. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little flattered.So I made them offer: if they could raise enough money to pay for my college expenses for the next year, I'd wear whatever skimpy outfit they wanted me. He pulled away and drop achkor in a secluded cove. Sitting in his chair, he look at his loving daughter, his cock was getting hard again. Stroking his cock. "Brandi, would you come here please?" he call to her. He watch her get up leaving her suit undone. He pull his hand away. "Your mother called and said she wasn't coming out. And she is leaving us for Bill." he said, his eyes looking at her titties. "Oh yuck, That's almost as bad as the day I walk into her office and caught them fucking on. ” Janice frowned cautiously, “What did you tell them sweetie?” Melanie grinned and shrugged, “I told them I was Erotica. It was the only thing I could think of at the time.” Janice’s eyes widened in surprise and she laughed aloud. “Erotica? EROTICA? And they BOUGHT it??” She shook her head, running her hand through her thick, slightly curly black hair. Melanie nodded, “Yeah….they did.” She eyed her mom and smirked. She wiggled her fingers slightly and her blouse began unbuttoning itself. “I. In the next days, she would be sure that Stella received a tube of the cream that was used at home. But right now, she was washing off the pussy and asshole areas of any shaving cream, but she was doing more feeling than washing. And Stella quickly caught onto that difference, “Okay, young lady, enough of feeling me up. I want to do the same to you.” They both laughed and giggled all the way through drying each other, a process that included as much towel rubbing as bare hand touching to bare.