We go back to his place. Aunt Elizabeth is bubbly; I guess she don't know what's been goin' on. By the time dinner is on the table, Uncle Charles is h...me. It looks almost normal and it's driving me crazy. Neither Uncle Charles or Peter is even breaking a sweat - if they're not related, the test is fucked up. After dinner, we go up to Peter's room and I burst."What the fuck is goin' on? Shit, dude!" They have to run another test." Oh, shit!" It's ok." He takes a deep breath. "The first one. That meant that she could get booze for her sister too. I allowed them each a glass of wine.We all put on our swimsuits and headed out to the pool area. That was a big mistake. My five women were not at all impressed with their own suits after seeing what the competition was wearing.So we headed straight to the bikini shop. Now I was comfortable in my swim trunks but my wife tried very hard to get me into a tight pair of Speedos. After some very explicit sexual promises I gave in.I watched them. As long as he is in town, she will need her rest between his visits, and your uncle is picking me up tomorrow afternoon. By the way, how come you’re here so early?”John could not help but smile at Paula’s shameless behavior, “My mom said she did not want Sharon to be alone in the house while you were gone and ordered me not to come back until you got home. Guess I’ll be running along. I have a few things to take care of at home.”John went over to Sharon, kissed her, and asked, “See you. I move my head between them, slowly making my way upwards increasingly aware of Gwenda's growing arousal. When my lips brush the thin white cotton covering her vulva, she is very wet. Her thong is damp. She smells wonderful: musky, exotic, ready."Now you, boy, are going to strip and then you are going to peel my panties down with your teeth. Think you can manage that?"I clear my throat and catch my breath. "Yes, Ma'am," I say. I know it's the right response. It's what she's looking for. "Yes,.