I took the lone empty seat at the round table. Carrie, the youngest, and most outgoing, openly appraised me. "You look nice. My sisters are only sixte...n, but they're crazy about boys." she challenged. "I bet they'll be all gaga about you before we finish eating."Before her mother had a chance to apologize, and her sisters had time to hit her, I said, "Well. There you go. I just get to town, and some nosy young girl is already trying to marry me off. What are you, some kind of matchmaker? Huh??". Expectedly, she was surprised as generally this is not the right question. She said it should be ok type and almost like what she wore right now. I took the measurements and purposely brushed some fingers here and there but did not go overboard. I really wanted to crush her boobs but thought its not the right time. I asked about the type and depth of neckline and she said it should be same as she wore. I told her that she could go for one inch deeper neck. To which she got embarrassed but said. We settled down for some sunbathing but shortly I got up to take a walk up the beach. Traveling with relatives had made spending some "alone time" difficult and therefore I'd not had much chance to masturbate.I was happy that no one else wanted to come along with me and were content to stay where they were. So off I went wearing only baggy shorts, tank top and foot protection from the hot sand. There weren't many other people there and those who were, were widely scattered. The further up the. ." she was again cut off when she felt her jeans being pulled down. Miranda roughly pulled Carrie down on the bed by her jeans and pushed her on her back. She climbed on top of her and sat on her chest, facing away. Carrie tried to fight her off but froze when she heard her zipper being pulled down. She felt her pants being roughly pulled off. She was beyond embarrassed when she felt a cool breeze on her trimmed pussy."So you don't like wearing panties...nice," Miranda said as she pulled the.