I waseating lunch in the kitchen with Pauline who was uncharacteristicallyand unexpectedly silent during the meal. She answered my questionsmonosylla...ically, and avoided my eyes.I had, I think, just asked a question about what my grandmother didduring the weekend, when she looked up at me, an unreadable expressionon her face. Nervousness? Guilt?"She likes to dress for dinner."I turned this over in my mind. It did not seem a particularlysignificant piece of information."And she likes her. "C'mon, race you to the guest room!"It wasn't much of a race, although Paul was going at top speed. By the time he got there, Lois was naked as the day she was born.True to her word, Marjorie didn't get back with her surprisingly modest purchases until 1:15.Everything seemed normal, but she thought that perhaps Paul seemed more relaxed than he had been in recent days."We've been talking about my job possibilities," Paul told his mother."Paul showed me the opening chapters of his autobiography,". Both Fiona and I look at her. She loses her bra on the floor and has to bend down to pick it up. We look straight into her ass, while her tits hang down to the floor. Her panties slide into her asscrack and we can see that she is a little hairy around the hole. She gets up and straightens her panties and eventually lifts her tits into her bra. Fiona and I look at each other and undress.We take our bathing suits with us and go to take a shower. Fiona has lovely soft nipples and a triangle of. An expert in exquisite, Diana took it all in from bottom to top: worn brown boots, shapely calves, smooth knees and honey-colored thighs. They came together in a perfect hairless crease, just a touch of puffiness at the bottom of a gently rounded stomach. Lifting her eyes further, Diana found those beautiful breasts hanging like sweet fruit in a secret garden. Meeting Genevieve’s gaze, Diana knew her mouth was open but she couldn’t find the will to close it.“Now will you touch me?”“I haven’t.