Instinctively his hand grabbed her ponytail guiding her back and forth on his throbbing organ until he let go. Over the next two weeks John recalled K...lly’s upturned bottom almost daily, her special curves still very vivid in his imagination, any man who enjoyed the female figure would be inevitably drawn to her over ripe derrière. After she had gone he realised he didn’t know her address or contact number and had resolved never to see her again. At the filling station the other day he had. But Cindy and the k**s would have nothing of me continuing on. "Come have some fish and see Mum and Dad. There's still lots of breaky left." And so I was dragged towards the picnic in the dunes. The father stood and came to greet us. He was tall, rangy and tanned (all over) with an open smiling face. I wondered how long that would last. He extended his hand to me and with a twinkle in his eye asked, "Did our Cin take good care of you? Talked your ear off, I'll wager." Even while I shook his. She seemed particularly happy and easy to please. She purred, "And I could definitely get used to being your fuck toy pet around here."He kept his hands on his sister but turned around to face his mother. "And you. You're looking fantastic, too. I love the apron look."Susan beamed proudly at her son. "I love it too! The apron reminds me I'm your mommy, and the nakedness reminds me I'm one of your sex toys. I get all tingly down below just putting an apron on!" She wore an erotic white apron. It. Her lips were clear to see, the folds and glisten of her wetness beckoning my eyes to watch. Damn, I was staring. I looked up realising that maybe I was caught, and confirmed my fears when my own eyes met my moms. She raised her eyebrows.“Having fun there looking your mom up and down?” I was lost for words and felt the blood rush to my head, knowing that any second every pint in my body would fight to explode from my ears. The burning sensation of such a deep blush boiled the blood already.