The two of them grinding against each other, lips locked in a kiss that was hot enough to send my cock into a frenzy…even if it was my sister. Hey, ... can’t help it if she looks like a hot, Russian tennis player. “Yea, well, that’s giving me a pretty good indication. Damn hot too.” I was expecting Cameron to roll her eyes at me. She had given no indication as to being bi, unlike Tammy, who I had already slept with and was now working on my sister. Instead, she gave a small sigh. “Yea…it is.”. This became fun. My pussy continued to dampen. I hoped a wet spot wasn’t starting to show on my cover-up. After a while, we arrived and went into the beach 'family' restroom. Fortunately, looking in the mirror, no wet spot had yet formed on my cover-up. I was glad it fit loosely flared, not riding against my damp pussy. None had formed on Bev's either. So it seemed to me that no one had realized that, under our cover-ups, we were bottomless. Yet I was sure, from the looks which our pokies had. Jab hum us k ghr ponchay to us nai mujay apnayroom mai bithaya aur khud pata nahe kahan chali gaye thori dair bad ek molazmi ayemeray liyay juice lay kar mai nai juice piya aur us ka laptop use karna suro kar diya jab wo andr aye to mai dekh k heran ho gaya she was totly changed us nai shots pehnihoye the aur oper sleve less shirt mere lun to jaisay bethnay ka name he nahe lay rahatha .phir wo bilkul kareeb a k beth gaye she said study suro karay mai nai kaha suresure ,jab wo para rahe to mai. HIs breath fanned hot over my stomach as he kissed, licked and nipped his way down the gentle curve of it. His hands gripped, squeezed, and pulled at my thighs. Then I felt his nose gently nuzzling in the soft patch of hair covering my mound. The tip of his tongue slowly began to trace the slit of my pussy. I could hear him inhale deeply and feel the hot exhalation of his breath. ‘Jesus I could seriously cum right now with two tugs if I just buried my face in your cunt. I love how you taste.’.