I watched Annabelle pull her dress back over her head and realised just how short it was considering she had on no underwear. As she bent over to pick...up her bits and pieces I kept getting the odd flash of arse or pussy which was stirring my cock up. Dee too I noticed had not put her underwear back on and just stuffed them in her bag as she checked to see that we hadn’t left anything behind.Walking back across a beach full of naked people felt less strange now having been there myself, I felt a. Aunty ne kaha kya tum mere pith pe malam laga doge??Mene kaha thik hai aunty….Fir vo muje bed room me le gai or ulta so gai uss din un hone t shirt or track pehna tha….Mene malam liya or un ki t shirt k adar hath dal k lagane lagaSayad aunty ko achha lag raha tha or un k badan ko chhu k mera bhi khada ho gaya tha….Utne me aunty bol padi agar tume thik se nai ho raha to t shirt or upar kardo…Ye sun ke me heran ho gaya or mene un ki t shirt upar kardi….Ab un ka pura pichee ka badan mere samne. “Copy me.” I rubbed my boob with the palm of my hand. I squeezed the nipple. I cupped my breast and bounced it. This is supposed to be fun! When I thought he had the general idea, I let him use both hands on my boobs. I was beginning to feel pretty warm. “Okay, let’s change positions, you on top.” As we moved around, I added, “and take off those jammies.” His cock was still soft and small. Straddling me, he rubbed my breasts. His tentativeness felt like tenderness. His father hadn’t done this. "When it comes to those two women, you just have to let them work things out." You're telling me," he sighed, and then looked embarrassed again. "How long have you really been here?" he asked."Way longer than will make Lynne happy," I said, grinning."Oh man," he sighed, looking down."She'll get over it," I said. "She's a strong woman." You got that right," he said. Then, with the brashness of youth, assuming everything really WILL work out, he approached the stove and started stirring the mess.