“I just want to look.”“No getting carried away and trying to grab me,” she warned, stern and no-nonsense. “I know what men are like. They’...l say anything…”“No, I won’t! I promise!”Her eyes narrowed as she studied me for sincerity. It was something I’d known for as long as I could remember, a look from her like she was checking for lies. “You better not,” she said.Then she said it again, muttering it to herself while, with a quick and shocking action, my own mother slid her knickers down to her. . and think you've got abig package." "Well... I wasn't really afraid of that..." "Good. Then come join me. You only have to walk from our towels to thewater. No one is going to notice. And if they do, they're just going tothink that you're hung like a Doberman. That's all." Blushing, but encouraged, I got up and let the sari drop. Quiteplayfully, Cindy's eyes went right to the curved bulge in my speedo. Playacting, her eyes widened, and she held her hands to her cheeks. "Oh myLord! You're hung. A couple of the guys reached out and tried to life her skirt, but she managed to dodge their hands. This time the hand played faster as the guys were getting hungry. When the last card was played, I won the hand. It was one of the few hands I won the whole night and for a few moments I forgot that the sexy little minx in the micro skirt was my daughter. I slid my chair back from the table and Carol moved in front of me and as she sat down on my lap with her back to me, she flipped her skirt up. Her legs were so long that he thought it took him about an hour to move his gaze inch by inch up her incredible, shapely legs, before his eyes rested on the high hemline of her nearly-blindingly-red short dress. ‘Do you like what you see?’ Wendy smiled. ‘Yes, very much!’ ‘Want to see more?’ At this point, Brad was already getting so excited that he could barely manage to croak out a softly-whispered, polite, ‘Yes, please.’ Thus encouraged, Wendy mischievously raised her hem. Brad gulped,.