But then again, I’m no fashion expert!”The girls giggled again as they made their way through the kitchen and outside to the pool. I turned to wat...h them leave as both of their young, tight asses were fully exposed in their thong bottoms.I watched through the kitchen window as Jennifer and Ashley arranged their towels on the ground near the pool. I quietly pushed the kitchen window open in the hopes of eavesdropping on their conversation.“How old is your Uncle Jim?”“I don’t know, 35 or 36.. . Look, I just don't know quite how tosay this..." Go on," I responded, part of me not really wanting him to."I... Well, I think I had a wet dream," he said, turning to face me witha pained expression on his face, the evidence of my indiscretion coveringthe front of his boxers in thick white globules. "I mean, I woke upcovered in... this, with a raging hard-on and all sorts of dirty thoughtsrunning through my head, so..."I knew I should tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. What if. I wondered vaguely what would happen if in a thousand years time an Earth space ship arrived and found a smattering of English words in the vocabulary. Cue lots of careful analysis explaining that there is a clear convergent evolution towards some words; or maybe we’ll have met other worlds who will have explained this notion of sending ambassadors to help out when it matters.I invited them to join me in bed and smiled as three girls competed to get their clothes off first, I won the race. She only had coffee. She seemed a bit anxious.I had some bacon and bread and some yogurt. Nana looked at me:"Now look at you, silly thing, you have yogurt all over your face." Then she stood up, took a napkin and was going to wipe my face but then stopped and looked at me:"Oh my my. It actually looks like sperm," she said with a little giggle. She bended down and very slowly licked the spot of yogurt of my face. She licked and kissed my face with such eager and lust. She licked my ear and.