I knocked to announce my arrival and went into the room, my nose sniffing the air, like an a****l, my senses were alive, I was trying to decipher what...might have transpired in my absence. My sister was on the bed, relaxed and happy looking, 'Where were you', she asked innocently, once I had closed the door and sat down beside her?My boyfriend was still on the floor, looking up at her and I wondered if he could see her knickers the way she sat in front of him.There was something quite different. For me, I was going to go fishing – I was, after all, the person hereabouts with the most direct experience of PCW and I thought my relationships with some of them were good enough, still, that it might be possible to come up with some useful information. Preferably, information that they didn't realise was useful...So when the three of them staggered in, I set Naz to reviewing the FreiBank data – Dave had explained the problem but he hadn't actually written it up – and told him to get the. But the first thing I noticed is that this woman is completly naked and just enough light in the bathroom that I can see everything. This woman looked just as good naked as she does dressed to the hilt. Great tan lines, nice dark haired beaver, and perky tits. I would have thought her to be in her early thirties. I finished my pee and my pecker grew to half staff as this woman went to sit on the pot and take a pee herself. I decided I had seen enough and was about to walk back to my room when. ”“You think I should?” The idea did give me a special little surge of arousal. I’d flashed my breasts a few times while I was in college, but I’d never casually strolled around with them exposed. There were enough other bare boobs on the beach that it wasn’t a totally crazy idea.“Why not? You have beautiful boobs, might as well show them off, right?”“I guess, yeah.” I reached behind me and tugged the tie loose. “You sure you’re okay with this?”“Absolutely!” He admired my breasts as I pulled the.