Well Once I turned 18 my brother told me that he was in her class and that he thought she was very cool. so for the hell of it I contacted her online...and just "shat the shit" with her for a couple hours. She told me that I had become a very handsome man who she "stalked" online a few times, which we all do, when she talked with my brother. To get to the point I grew a pair and asked her to meet up sometime and she told me to come over to her place and chill with her and her older sister..I. I looked at Tara. “Swap?”She smiled at me and then she peeled the shirt off and threw it to me in a single move. It took me more than a single move to peel my t-shirt off. It felt like I was peeling off a layer of skin. It felt good to slip into the new shirt – especially since it hung nice and loose on me which made me feel much more comfortable. In the meantime, Tara was wriggling into the shirt I’d been wearing. It was skin-tight on her and she smoothed it down with a satisfied smirk. We. Joan had on a one piece suit in a pale blue; it hugged her figure as swim-suits do and complimented her blond hair and lovely smile beautifully. We were soon lying out on our towels, drying in the sun. Jason I noticed positioning himself in a spot below us, to be able to look up casually and survey his mother from below. After a while I suggested a sandwich and a beer and found myself elected to fetch it by a vote of 2 to 1 so I wandered off to do the business. As I made the sandwiches, from. After a slippery soapy shower together, we towelled each other dry.From her bedside cabinet she poured us both a stiff bourbon which we sipped as we fondled.My small breast felt especially firm and sweet; the nipples red and erect.I felt confident and attractive and sexy; almost an equal to Iris whom I now adored.Sprinkling talcum powder on each other, we ground our hips together; our snatch juices flowing.We kissed; our bourbon flavoured tongues entwining; I wanted her badly now.Then snuggled.