You go topless on the beach so why not in the hot tub? Besides I am topless.”I started to think I should argue, at least about enjoying showing off....However his beach argument deflated any comeback I had. However, without my husband here, I still was feeling a bit shy. This wasn’t laying on the beach, this was one on one with another man.The only thing I could come up with was, “You’re a guy, you are expected to have no top on.” Even as I pondered this he kept working my bra. I was still trying. We all settled in the living room; Robert and I on the chairs and our moms on the couch, silently watching the tube. Occasionally, though, Robert and I glanced at both women's legs, not tucked under them but showing in all their glory; we could even see their panties! In only shorts and tee shirts, Robert and I had to constantly move in our seats so as not to expose our embarrassingly hard cocks. There was so much tension in the room."Robert!" my mom snapped, and we both nearly jumped with fear. "See that? That's how glad I am to see you. Been like this ever since last time. You made me feel so good, Brynn. Yeah, you made me happy with that nice little mouth of yours."I felt weak. He liked me. He had missed me. He liked my mouth and, yes, I loved knowing that my mouth had made him happy. I wanted to him to like me even more and I knew when the time came, I would let my mouth be pushed down onto his shaft and I would do everything and anything to make that cock cum in my mouth again. It. Our AL East Division race was turning into a farce. After all those years of either looking up at the Yankees and Sox or, more recently, battling one or both of them down to the final day of the season, we were running away with the Division this year. Paul Warren had a worried look that wouldn't leave his face. I knew what he was worrying about. He was concerned about complacency setting in. It was, after all, a long way to the finish line, and we could still find plenty of ways to screw it.