“No, silly,” she said, trying to wipe away the paint with the back of her hand and only succeeding in smearing it across both cheeks so that she l...oked like an American Indian in full war-paint. “I mean paint me in the nuddy,” she explained, enthusiastically unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it off her shoulders onto the sand.“I must admit that could be a way around my dilemma,” I agreed, trying not to let on how happy I was about this turn of events.“A guy once compared me to Botticelli’s. I tongued out the little bit of precum, rolling it around on my tongue, then slowly back down again to the gag spot. I grabbed him by the ass and shook my head slightly back and forth, letting out a little moan of my own. I was in heaven; I’ve always loved a nice cock in my mouth and it was obvious he liked the feeling from his side of things just as much. His hands held my head, not forcefully, just gentle hugs of appreciation. I sucked and sucked while I removed one of my hands from his. Jared himself was in gym shorts and a T-shirt. The tips of her toes were cool against the meat of his leg. Her nails scratched gently against him.As casually as possible, Jared let his hand rest on her calf. He could feel the bit of stubble that indicated she would need to shave her legs soon. Jared didn't mind... somehow the prickly roughness seemed all the more intimate.Over the course of a minute or two, his hand slowly made its way up her leg in fits and starts. Out of the corner of his. "I'll be okay in a little while; I just feel kind of floaty and warm now, and I'll watch until I get all turned on again."His mother's head was on one pillow, her ass upon another. Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his father's pale blonde head was buried between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands gripping the perfect cheeks of her ass. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her face.Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him.