My girlfriend just saw his biggest weapon in this competition. He was a kind of overman. I felt useless when I faced to that scene. After that it was ... torture to be there. There were only three of us there but I couldn't stand this view and I insisted to leave there. In the beginning she couldn't hear me at all but later she accepted. We didn't talk on the way to our room. Her mind was in a totally different place. She didn't talk to me at all. She directly went to bed and couldn't sleep I. I’d seen them grow up, I’d helped them become adults.On the other hand, they were right. I’d poured money into their upbringing for almost twenty years now, and what did I have to show for it? I deserved this. I deserved to take their bodies, use them however I pleased. I had made them - I’d brought them into this world, and I’d shepherded them through it for their entire lives.They were mine, and some part of them had clearly realized that. The two of them had worked out the best way to show. The top 2 buttons were always left open, as were at least 3 or 4 of the lower ones showing a lovely view of her tits , and a lot of leg also showing. Needless to say, there was nothing worn underneath the dress. At the end of the riverside path was a lovely country-style Pub, very popular in fine weather especially as it had a large beer garden at the rear. My wife and I both had a few ciders in the beer garden, and managed to sit at the far end of the seating arrangement, facing away from the. “Then maybe you should take some of those clothes off” Greg said as he snapped another picture of his wife as her hand rubbed the younger woman’s breasts through her shirt.Neither woman spoke, they just smiled and after letting their gaze lingered into each other eyes for a few seconds nodded a silent confirmation and began to peel off their shirts.Clair’s came off first. Her pert breasts, firm enough that they did not require a bra to hold them up, were revealed as Ruth lifted the thin cotton.