.. the musky smell of sex ... the aural cacophony of voiced pleasure ... the tactile feel of warm, slick flesh ... and the ever-present emotional conf...ict suppressed by lustful desires.“Who is more depraved,” I thought, as I pleasured myself while watching for the fourth time, “my perverted cuckold father or me ... his lecherous son?”No correspondence passed between us that fateful week, even though I felt the need to respond to the “reward” he had bestowed. What could I even say? What he had. Then I asked her to send me a picture or two before she went out. A while later Ana messaged me, sending a picture of the black dress she was wearing; it was a sexy one, just below the knee, with a low cleavage showing neckline.I replied how hot she looked and she sent another this time just head down to the neckline of her dress and wow what a cleavage she was showing. After a while, I had one final picture from her in which she revealed she had no underwear in. When I asked about her panties,. It turned out that Len was 19 and a soccer player for a lower league club so he was pretty fit but very inexperienced in life. Even when it was very hot he wore knee length shorts whilst everyone else was wearing skimpy swim wear. I went topless around the pool as did all the girls and Alan like most of the blokes wore tight speedos. After a few days in the sun Len noticed that he was going darker where his skin was exposed but lighter under his shorts with a ‘tide-mark’ around his knee. We. I decide to wear a saree but in a sexy style. I wore a bra type black backless blouse which had one string behind my neck and the other string on my back. Rest whole back was left naked. Needless to say I did not wore a bra below. The blouse showed my complete cleavage. Instead of wearing a petticoat I wore a low bottom black micro mini skirt. This barely covered my ass. Did not wear panty inside. Then I wore a transparent shinning saree. I wore the saree below my navel using skirt to hold it.