When I returned, I found my daughter quite grown up.When I reached home that night I showered kisses on her face and everywhere. My MIL was looking at...it, and had tears in her eyes. Though they were tears of pleasure, but I can see the shadow of gloom behind it. I went near her, with my daughter in my arm.I caressed her face. I wiped her tears. But she burst out loudly. My daughter Jenny also started crying. Jenny started calling mamma, mamma why are you crying. My daughter jumped from my arm. She knew also that the boys would be treated to watching her breasts bounce, as well as checking out her hair-covered pussy.She walked back to the end of the board. This time when she advanced to the diving end she did it forcefully. She executed a perfect one and a half gainer, which was a feat off a one-meter board.Both boys joined her in the water. "Nice dive." Tom commented. Edward, who had approached her from the rear, placed both of his hands on her waist. He pulled her to him, so that. ” Diana spoke, and it was apparent that she was going to walk me through this.I stripped off the suggested items.“Good. Now the first difficult part. Please take off your jeans.” She made it a request as opposed to a command.I undid my belt and the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper as I looked at Diana, and feeling helpless, I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. I had to remind myself that I’d made it through 36 months in the Sand Box. I could do this. I pulled my jeans. It also showed off his buff physique. My wife was wrapped in a very sheer robe and had nothing beneath. Her still damp hair hung sexily on her shoulders. “Mmmm” my wife said, “Smells good!”He helped himself to coffee, just like he helped himself to my wife, and my wife helped me set the table and serve the food. As she and I were grabbing plates, my wife whispered in my ear:“Did you peek at us?” she asked.“No” I said, “I wanted too, but I didn’t.”“Oh” she responded, “Because I saw the wet spot.