It was not seemly; they were neither married nor betrothed and yet and yet... He drank rather too much at dinner and was silent and slightly morose fo... much of the evening. Stray fancies kept disturbing him. His parents' jollity seemed forced. He was overcome with a dread of loss. What if Bethan did not like him? He was rushing things. After all, they had had dinner only the once. But she had written; long, wonderful letters that seemed to grow more affectionate each time. Or maybe was he. But it wasn't maternal for Jia and she got excited again by this. She was enjoying it immensely, feeling pleasure building inside. She didn't want to touch herself, and wondered if she could actually achieve an orgasm from just her sister licking her sensitive nipple.After awhile of her enjoying this, she felt the bed move and her mom joined them on the shared family bed. She knew what her mom would probably do, which was climb down between her legs, but she wanted to try something. Perhaps she had moved too quickly with her exhibitionism. She felt uneasy having a herd of plump geriatrics mere feet away from her bare womanhood. She needed to get back to her son, to her safety. But then she saw him. Flowing locks, chiseled chest, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. This modelesque man stepped into the water a short distance in front of her and perked her right up. As their paths converged Miranda felt the fear drip away and get replaced with… what was that feeling? Lust?. This caused Will to almost forget about the bet and go for better things. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her standing there. Her breasts full and heavy from age were the perky little things the young chicks flaunt, but he loved to play with hers. Her nipples were so sensitive that he had almost driven her to orgasm by just playing with them. He moved his eyes downward, she had a bit of paunch, but hell, so did he, but the real icing on the cake was hidden by her natural blonde bush. Her.