I was sunbathing on the top deck when he spoke to me, even at my young and inexperienced age I knew what he was relishing, his eyes devoured my contou...s and as we talked he kept looking at my crotch, which I conveniently exposed in an innocent manner, put it this way, if I had pubic hair, he would be looking at it.As people moved off for lunch we were left alone and at that point he asked if he photograph me, complimenting me on my statuesque build and blond Scandinavian looks.I concurred and. She gave me a nod of approval. This, I assumed, was Matilda. She was dressed in fine Edwardian style, with a long skirt of deep emerald velvet and a tight jacket in a similar material. Her deep-brown coloured hair was piled high on her head. She gave me an appraising look.“Ah,” she announced. “You will be Mr Meakin. I see you have brought no bags with you. At least that is one instruction you have been able to follow. A good sign. Do you have something for me?”Suzanne had given me a note with. Mom also had on a pearl necklace with pierced earrings that Dad had given her on their fifteenth wedding anniversary.They kissed and then Mom said, “It took you long enough to get here.”Mrs. Smith said, “I had him all to myself for five hours, now I’ll share him with you for the next five…until our husbands come home.”Mom said, “Okay, but then I get him all to myself tomorrow.”I was absolutely silent as they discussed what Mrs. Smith and I had done at her house. Then Mom took her into her rose. She then stroked her thigh. She pulled her left leg upwards and lifted her bum off the sand as her fingers stretched downwards along her slit.I fired off a few more frames, as I watched intently as to how this encounter was going.After a few strokes of her pussy she pulled herself up against the rocks and leaned back on them. Her large and beautiful breasts were in full view to me and the sun. She sat there with both of her legs propping her up against the shiny rock wall.I was by this time.