.. something. All the animals and birds that the women saw were moving in the same direction as their little wagon train.After several days of ever-st...engthening winds, the women's ears ached and the smells became stronger. This caused the still skittish mules' behavior to grow to the point of being unruly.Even the usually unflappable Maeve was getting edgy. She pulled her wagon into a one hundred and eighty degree turn, and stopped, facing the way that they had come.This maneuver caused the. It was getting late, now, and the sun was starting to set. The pool had been busier earlier, but now was getting fairly quiet as people began to pick up and head in. "I thought you brought your string bikini," Dave observed.Sharon shook her head. "I figured I'd better not be too blatant," she sighed. "After all, it wouldn't do to show up my straight sister. Maybe later I can put it on and you can take it off me."Dave shook his head. "Not the same thing," he sighed."I know," she shook her head.. Reaching for a towel, I glanced at the robe Misha had left me. It was a woman’s, dark blue silk with Japanese writing silk-screened onto it. I dried off and pulled the robe off the hook. It would be a short fit on my frame but it would cover the important parts. Barely. I slipped it on and immediately felt a strange tingle. The robe’s silky feel against my freshly scrubbed skin, combined with the slight smell of perfume, was undeniably erotic. My cock began to fill with blood, and within. Instead of crying over spilt milk, she lazily undid the clasp on the side of her skirt and pulled it down, using one hand to finish the task while using the other to stimulate the nipples of her bare right breast. Underneath the revealing skirt was a pair of simple white regular cut cotton panties, her personal favourite. As she massaged her handful sized breasts with her free hand, the other which had pulled down her skirt seconds before had been given a new task; removing the pantiesThen, a.