"Thank you. Um, can I get you something to drink?" She nodded, and I headed towards the small wet bar, folding my jacket over a chair on my way. "What...would you like?" "Hmm, a Vodka Sour please. Sometimes I enjoy the taste of something slightly bitter." The words rolled off her tongue smoothly, a gentle purr almost slightly suggestive, but I couldn't be sure. The mere thought of what she might mean made me shiver, but I tried to retain my calm, taking the time as I fixed the drink to breathe. I dont think she knew I had witnessed their act, no I suspected we were alone and when they moved away, I moved in and looked for the thin stream of seed.So each day passed where I witnessed underwater sports of full intercourse, fellatio, and masturbation, each day my self education taking me one day closer to the ultimate goal, of actually allowing a man to touch me.There were wooden boxes people used to dive from. These were anchored 20m from the beach shoreline and we used to swim out there. Her tight pussy milked my cock dry, squeezing the muscles around my member to claim every last drop. When I finished, Mom spun around so she was on her back looking up at me and I collapsed on top of her with my dick going limp while still inside her. Mom and I were panting hard and drenched in sweat. We laid there together in orgasmic bliss as we caught our breath. I tenderly nipped at her upper lip. Clothes were strewn about the room. The den reeked of sex. "Wow! It's only noon. We still have. .. 1... Wake up Becky. How do you feel?" Becky opened her eyes, shook her head. "Oh... oh, my goodness... is... is it over? Was I really out? Amazing..." she sat up, rubbing my head. The lights were still dim but turned up a little more. Kinsore smiled her."Yes. You've been out for almost two hours. Now I need to tell you something. You can't tell anyone what we do here. Do you understand?" What are you talking about? Can't tell anyone? Why?" Confused."Becky," said Kinsore ignoring the.