"You are wet through". "Our tent has a rip in it and the rain came in on us in our beds" Ted replied. "You must get those wet things off and Ill give ...ou towels to dry yourselves". "That would mean we would be naked" Muriel protested. "Of course it will. How else can you dry yourselves? Anyway, I'm naked so don't be too embarrassed if I see you like that". Rather reluctantly the two removed their wet night clothes and I handed each a towel which they used to dry off. I liked what I saw of the. Bethany was heightenedly responsive to all her senses, a full nuance of awareness. It was too easy for Bernard to place his hands over her soft breasts. Even with a blouse, bra and pink cardigan, it made no difference to her response; she might as well have been topless. She felt it all and more importantly embraced and felt it with her mind. She was aware of her own breathing, aware of Monsignors masculine presence, aware too of her own fingers already under her skirt, they naturally went. My mind was too far gone with the lust intoxicating my brain and filling my cock with a need for pleasure. I love my son deeply but now that she said that I needed to punish her for trying to make me think of the betrayal. I pulled back my towel fast so my huge veiny cock slapped right on her face and covered her right eye. My balls where pressed up against her lips and I felt her breathing on them as if she was trying her best to resist. I grabbed a fist full of her hair while saying “ I also. She would have unquestionably freaked out though. In your bedroom, in Peggy’s bedroom, anywhere else private. Not on the living room sofa!”Both girls blushed and looked down at that, but nodded.“OK, my turn,” I said. “If you are with Linda and me, and only Linda and me, you can act as a normal couple. Hold hands, cuddle, even kiss. But nothing more than kissing!” I admonished. “As much as I enjoyed the peek, I do not think any of us wants a repeat of what happened today, do we?”Both shook their.