Watching her fingers unbuckling the belt well below her bellybutton, her zipper unzipping, her thumbs slipping between the jean material and the outer...curvatures of her thighs, the fringe bottomed shorts ruffling down one side, the other inch by inch while her hips sway back and forth in conjunction with her breasts gently jiggling from side to side as she bends only at the waist, finally just her matching panty’s left to cover her sex. A thong, her thumbs slipping inside the g-string type. Well for starts, I’d end up with all the boys’ chores while Andrew tried to graduate. Half his class thought the Army would be more fun than geometry, and signed up right away. As Andrew wanted the Navy, however, he needed to stay in school till June. He figured maybe he’ll see Pops guarding a lock when his cruiser steamed by, but as Pops never wrote, we weren’t really sure where he was.The problem I foresaw was the girls. Susan was Andrew’s age, and right off it was apparent that she was hot. I let mum go in first, and as I followed her in, I recognised four young men from our hotel standing at the bar. Two were dressed in jeans and t-shirts, but the other two more brazen in just denim shorts, showing off their muscular chests. The shorts were quite tight, and I could see straight away that these two – one in particular – were well endowed. They were all behaving as though they were already well primed with alcohol. Naturally, they all stared at mum in her scanty clinging dress. Finally she moved in and began kissing me again, and as I rubbed her nipples she started grinding herself against me. I don't how long it lasted, but I know it felt like forever, I was trying to rub her breasts as she seemed to like but It was difficult as I was concentrating on not blowing my load. She continued just grinding herself against me in a fairly steady rythm occasionally she would lift her hips up and sit back down me again. This going in and out was what was driving me crazy. She.