Two years ago my wife and I had an in-the-ground swimming pool built on our property in the back of our house and at least twice a month over the last...two summers Susan and her husband brought their kids over to swim. It was during this time that I saw my niece in a way that I never had before. Although she was probably considered too old to wear a bikini, the way that she filled one out was quite captivating.Whenever she came over to our house to swim I made it a point to go outside,. I checked my face, but the cut seemed to have sealed itself, as no more wet blood flowed when I tentatively touched it.I decided I had to get further away before they began searching for me in earnest. I pulled my blood splattered hood up and ran on. I kept going as long as I could, keeping hidden as much as possible. I have no idea what time it was when I had to stop again, but by this point, I had no idea where I was. I managed to find another bush to hide in behind a bench, and collapsed.I. "Let me make some room for you," she said, and in an instant the suitcoat was off, and shortly after she had unsnapped the brassiere and her watermelon-sized tits plopped free and rolled over her pale white belly like two seals set loose on an ice floe. "Check all around," she said, and he lifted them up and down, feeling the warm sweaty circle under each tit, rubbing the rolls of tummy against which they lounged. He did that for a moment, and then she stood up and put the suitcoat back on,. “Hey you two! Break it up! No lesbian sex in the shower – didn’t you read the sign?” “Sorry, Nelson. Gwen and I got distracted. Give us a second to dry off and it’s your turn.” Wendy got dressed in extreme haste and ran to the kitchen as she heard the minivan coming down the drive. Gwen was already at the table, clothed in a modest dress, her hair wrapped in a towel. The biscuits, eggs and sausages, though stone cold, were served on china and the hot coffee poured. The front door opened.