Then we were sipping our after-dinner martinis.“Guests?” she said.“The folks at the Sand Bar of course. But who else would you have in mind?” ... said, wondering at her facial expression.“Your family, maybe, your daughter... ?” she said. I frowned.“They are not my family,” I said.“Okay, okay, just asking,” she said. “We’ll table that one for another time. Okay?” I nodded, though tabling something didn’t mean the same thing as never gonna happen. Still, I know she didn’t realize how big a deal it. Mrs. Davis said, "Joe, let's hope you will not be calling me that for a while, Okay." as she closed the door behind me. I wondered if that was a general statement, or was that, "okay," on the end for emphasis. If it was, was it her way of telling me not to fuck her daughters, or just not to knock them up? I didn't have a clue how to get my foot out of my mouth, so I stopped short at the sight of pictures of the girls. I noticed Susan in a dress, fixed up like a beauty queen, I had never seen. I lay in the sun on my back for a while, then sat up and looked around. No one about so I stood up and undid my bikini top. It was a relief for my big, heavy breasts to be out in the sun, and looking around again, I pulled my bikini bottoms down too, and stepped out of them.I lay back down again, feeling a little shiver of excitement run through me, at the thought of being seen totally naked outside, and also a bit nervous too.The sunshine always makes me horny, and I couldn’t help touching. Both Marcus and I were rock hard and started playing with each other’s rigid cocks.“How do the girls taste, Naomi?” Marcus asked.“Very fucking hot - come and have a taste,” she replied.“Hope you don’t mind, Matt?” “Not at all.”Marcus went over and started licking out Tammy and then swapping over with Naomi to taste Amelia. I couldn’t wait to join the action so started licking Naomi’s hot, wet and salty pussy.There was plenty of moaning going on as we all played. After a few minutes, Marcus.