“Not here.” I said pulling away. They both laughed, I reached for my coffee as they ran there hands up my legs, I spread them slightly giving them...full access to my wet knickers and swollen pussy. I used my free hand to return the favour, swapping hands every now and then. They were both hard and from what I could feel neither of them were small. For the next ten minutes they ran their hands up and down my legs while we all drank our coffees. Thinking of it now it must have looked really funny,. So I was there on the back of the small boat, sitting on my knees with a huge hard on in my swim suit looking at my sleeping aunt laying in front of me. Her big ass was even more exciting now shining with the suncream. Her head was laying on the side of a big towel that acted as a pillow and her soft mouth was slightely open. I knelt next to her face with my groin very close to her mouth and started massaging her shoulders after few minutes and no response from her I took out my. "Do you want me to rub your thingy like yesterday? We can't make too much noise though, we'd be in so much trouble if we get caught."I gave her my answer by climbing out of my bag and taking my P.J. pants off and turning to her with my hard cock pointing at her."I'll take my nightie off and you can touch my titties, but I'm leaving my panties on. You mustn't touch me down there! OK?"I was a bit disappointed that I still wouldn't get to touch her thing but, being so excited at the thought of her. My perfect brunette wanted to make the other pimps pay a commission too, but I killed the idea. Everybody was making money, which took the envious eyes off me.Cathy, again, proved problematic. She figured out I wasn't normal and what the window-women were doing for me. Wanting her own money, she insisted on taking shifts. She was also under the impression that being my eyes would bond us so I'd always be aware of her thoughts. I wouldn't call what she felt a crush, because it wasn't possible.