Jack was sitting in a chair Sharon recognized as being in her own apartment. The women were sitting on the arms of the chair, and Jack was reaching ar...und both of them, holding a titty in each hand. He had a hard-on, and his thick hairy pole was standing straight up from his bushy groin. They were all grinning widely at the camera.Sharon felt faint and dizzy. The picture swam before her eyes. She couldn't catch her breath for a moment, and when she did, the air sucked in and out with a rush.. ”Brenda pulled a skirt and t-shirt on, and Steve wore some cargo shorts and a sport shirt. They went down to the restaurant and had some mahi mahi, then went back to their room for a few minutes. They were in the lobby in plenty of time for their pickup.Babs and Tully were already sitting in armchairs in the lobby, dressed almost identically to Brenda and Steve, though Babs was wearing a flowered print blouse, not a t-shirt. Next to come in were two couples who they had seen around the resort. ”He’s not so big…” she said as she stroked my cock slowly and gently. “Your cock is much bigger than his, longer and definitely thicker than his.”I moved my face lower and lower, kissing her tummy, and then I went even lower! I pushed mys face down and my probing tongue found the swell of her lower tummy, but she locked her legs tightly, hiding her cunt from my gaze and laughed at me.“Show me your pussy, Aunty,” I commanded and then, holding one of her feet in each hand, I spread them to the. Then, upon glancing at my desk calendar at home, she had pleasantly discovered that I had scrawled "Beaver Hunt" for this weekend's fishing trip with my friends.Over dinner, I tried to reason with her and my wife. "But, honey, wouldn't you rather be with girls your own age instead of a bunch of flabby old men who probably drink too much?"My wife was no help. "This might be a good opportunity for just the two of you to get away and talk before she goes off to college. Think of it as make-up time.