Just wear the suit you were born with!”She turned to face him. “You think of everything, don’t you?” “Well, I thought of one thing, for sure...” he assured her, “I brought plenty of tanning oil.” He put his arms around her waist, let his hands drop and began rubbing her firm, round buttocks. As he kissed her neck, his hands unfastened the buttons on the back of her sun dress, allowing it to drop to the sand. Jen was wearing nothing but her thong, which showcased her magnificently strong, shapely. We were fully exhausted and went to take bath as only 15 minutes were left. I just cleaned my cock while she took a bath and came out dressed.Me: (kissed her) It was fun.She: You are really good. You are an expert as it is your profession right?Me: Now it all depends on your feedbackShe: Mine?Me: Yup.She: What are you talking about?Me: You work for him, right?She: Mind your tongue, I’m not a .Me: Then?She: I was here for some paid fun.I thought something is wrong here.She: BTW it was fun.Me: So. I would leave my bedroom door open and pretended to be asleep and wait for my parents to retire.My mother would quietly come into my room to check whether I was sleeping or still awake. I sometimes imagined that my parents wanted me to hear them having sex. I could never work out what they were doing before my dad started to fuck my mother as it was always quiet, and then I could hear my father starting to grunt and then let out a sigh when he had his orgasm. Occasionally I would hear my mother. Being close, we talked a lot. When we hit puberty naturally the talked to turned to sex. I had been masturbating several times a day for a while. I asked him one day if he jacked off. We had been talking about girls on tv and ones we knew. Then I snuck some Playboys from my dad's stash. I could see the bulge in his pants and knew the effect the pictures were having. Then I upped the ante and pulled out a Hustler from dad's stash. The graphic pictures of the spread pussies and assholes had the.