My poor cock was twitching already. I loved my lady."Are you okay with this?" she asked."Yeah, I am. Are you going to be able to handle all the looks ...nd catcalls?" Yes, are you, though?" she replied."I'm okay with that."I put on a pair of jeans, a Polo-style shirt, and my boots; I was ready.We walked into the den and Christina was waiting in her Daisy Mae outfit. Her shirt had more titties in it but Tamara and Lena had her in the leg and ass department, to my taste anyway.I went out and pulled. He turned me over on my stomach and sat on my butt. He started running his fingertips up and down my spine, knowing this would drive me crazy! All my nerve endings on my back came alive under his fingers as he stroked my body. My breath kept catching, and I was quivering. Still, he didn’t stop. He ran his fingertips from the bottom of my neck to the backs of my knees until I couldn’t take anymore… then he followed his fingers with his mouth, trailing hot little kisses down the curve of my back. We found a parking space and Marie chased Amanda toward the water while I hauled the cooler, beach umbrella, chairs and towels. By the time I caught up, Marie had removed her cover up and was slathering Amanda with sunblock.I set up our chairs, planted the umbrella strategically and settled in to watch Marie and Amanda wade into the gentle Gulf surf. Amanda was very excited, jumping every time a wave hit her calves and squealing. She had the same thick dark brown hair as her mother, and at four. It was very cramped but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “I don’t mean to shock you, but I’m going to do something now,” he said with utmost reverence as he looked up into Jane’s eyes. They widened somewhat and he could sense her fear as she whispered, “Is it going to hurt?” “No. Quite the opposite. I’m going to taste you.” Jane looked down at John as he kissed her between her thighs. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. The lustful expression on his face and the passion of his touch.