”“And who is going to do that? You?”“You bet I will.”She actually hadn’t done that to me yet, but later that month she kept her word.We fi...ally wound up on the crescent-shaped strand along Orchard Beach. This place was owned by the city, and there were two large 1930s-era Art Deco bathhouses. The beach was nicknamed “The Working Class Riviera,” which appealed to my sense of reverse snobbism. In truth, I actually preferred the state-owned Jones Beach out on Long Island, but it was very hard to. I slowly lowered the arm and looked into the darkness ahead.I don't really know how long I was sitting beside the road but I was aware of the cars passing and honking. At least a dozen cars had honked and the traffic was sparse. The semi passing, the loud air horn screaming as it passed, brought me to my senses. I was barely off the pavement, much too close to the roadway. I moved from the highway and stopped in the center of the motel parking area before I finally looked at Gay.She was sitting. . . of outright enjoyment of her forbidden pleasure, an enjoyment over which she had no control. Mike was suddenly in shock at what he was feeling, buried into the depths of his own niece's cunt. Her pussy seemed to be sucking on his cock. The inner muscles milking his shaft as she pulled him tighter. He knew at that moment that little Ellie would be craving cock from that point forward, and he only hoped that he could satisfy her enough that she wouldn't seek it elsewhere. His teenage niece. She asked to others which nodded in agreement. I was very muchhappy with this. Also I noticed Raj and Renu who were equally glad.I said: ok, you people finish breakfast then we will play.Papa: here we will play with bottle.Raj: yes. But first we shall make sure that all are wearing equal number of cloths.Now all started counting how much material each is wearing.I said : I, Raj and Papa are having same no that is 4to this papa said : no I m having only 3 cloths on me.Mom (Jokingly) : Are you.