“I live to surf,” Sanders said.“Which one of you boys dragged in the beach bunny?” a woman’s voice asked from the street.“Hi, Mom,” Dale...said while hiding his beer can.Pointing a thumb in the direction of their mother, Betsy asked, “Did she just call me a beach bunny?”“Don’t be offended. She calls all of the girls we know that,” Dale said, sitting back in his chair now that his beer can was out of sight.The woman said, “That’s because all the girls you know are beach bunnies.”Sanders said,. I pulled my head back and took in the sight of her entire body — albeit still wearing her jeans puddled on the floor — in a single glance. Her eyes were the insightful eyes of a young woman; her lips wore a light feminine pink shade; her fingernails, closely cropped, were the same matching pink, little girl style; her pussy was shaved bald, labia glistening with the moisture of womanly lust; her hips flared out, perfect for a woman's main function, delivering babies.But her breasts were those. I sat up in bed in time to see her cute pink panty covered butt disappear through the connecting door.After a quick wash, I got dressed and set up the Skype call. I settled down, and the girls were on screen. They gave me all their news and I gave them a quick head’s up on my busy couple of days’ sans Zoe while I waited for her to appear. When she did, she stood to one side and I motioned for her to keep quiet. I knew how I wanted to introduce her.I said, “By the way, I found this in the. " Her smile became a bit crooked. "She'll make enough of her own, I bet."By now Trevor's cock was as hard as a rock and aching as it strained against his zipper, and sweat was beginning to trickle down the back of his neck. His breath was coming in long, shallow gulps. Aunt Teddy was turning him on, and part of him was excited but the other part was ashamed. It was bad enough he'd fucked his cousins, but now he felt like ripping the clothes off his own aunt. How low could he sink?"What's wrong,.