. She shook her hat, trying to return to reality and yelled at her sister: "I'm not some ugly bastard, I'm just..." Not busty", summarized Cindy with ...er hand, "not pretty, not mature and most importantly not sexy." She turned to Maureen. "Did I forget anything?"The oldest sister frowned. "Yeah, not as mean as you. sis."Lauren and Cindy grimaced simultaneously. Since when did Maureen criticize Cindy’s idea of making fun about the embarrassing brat?Cindy turned her face into a smirk. "You nearly. I smiled as I imagined your reaction when you entered the door. Right on cue I heard the card-key in the lock and the door opened. I was laying crossways on the bed, facing away from you so that your first view would be of my bare bottom gleaming in the sun, my secret place barely concealed by the crotch of my undies. I waggled my boots enticingly again and smiled at you over my shoulder with eyes softened by arousal. The nakedness of your eyes on me was like being penetrated. It made me. They had bought a tour pass at the hotel, which would keep them more than busy for a couple of days. I hadn't thought about it. I would've liked to see some of the sights myself but I didn't want to be a third wheel.The fashion show began and I couldn't believe how grand it was. The women were beautiful and the gowns and bathing suits were something else. They even had a few male models in suits and tuxes. All the attendees, like me, got a small order book in case they wanted to order. Her pussy, mouth and asshole craved to be fucked by his cock. They still had sex, but it wasn’t the fucking she needed. It was a more sensual love making, the kind achieved through years of familiarity. Of course, he was now used to her – his cock didn’t hunger for her as it used to. His desire to fuck every hole in her body, to pump her full of cum, to claim her as his fuck doll, had slowly gone to be replaced with an intense love but without the lust. She needed lust in order to feel wanted,.