“Unless you have a Rolling Stones Bridges to Babylon concert T-shirt of your own, you’re wearing it.”There was a brief pause as she swiveled her...head a bit and lifted to look between us.“Huh. Okay. Then where’s my shirt...” shift “ ... and bra” another shift “and pants.”At that point I realized my left hand was resting on a very firm, apparently completely bare butt, and one of her long legs was draped luxuriantly across mine. I kept my hand right where it was, so as to not draw attention to. We started doing stuff as a family, camping, boating and the occasional picnic at the local park and I was asked to go. This wasn’t always the case. I would ask to be left out of some activities before, but this summer I was not able to skip them as readily as before. She would tell my dad “Make him come along. He should do more with the family.” I soon learned why.The first trip that summer was a camping trip to a state park with a great fishing lake my dad used to take me to as a child and. We kissed, our tongues sliding over each other and dancing in the middle. I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and exposed her braless tits. I lowered my head to that bountiful feast, and feast I did-biting, licking, sucking, massaging-I did about everything I could to her boobs. But it wasn't enough. I started to hike up the bottom of her dress when she stopped me and started pulling off my clothes. Soon I was butt naked, out on a hotel balcony for all the world to see. My rock. She was smiling but tears were running down her face. ‘James, you’re so cruel. You’re such a horrible cruel man.’ She raised her fists and playfully drummed me on the chest, then put her arms around my head and kissed me passionately. Unbidden by my conscious mind my thrusting began to accelerate. I suddenly became aware that Connie was watching us excitedly, her face close to ours. ‘Attagirl, Fran,’ she whispered. ‘Great move. You’ve got him going now.’ Thus encouraged, Fran kissed me even.