My father was on my tour duty. I quietly opened the bedroom door and looked in. My aunty lay sprawled in the centre of the big double bed. She was sti...ll fast asleep, with the checkered bed sheet fully covering her lovely curvaceous body. I thanked my father for being away as I moved slowly towards the foot of the bed. My cock stirred again as I looked down at my sleeping aunty. She was so beautiful. So sexy. Carefully I reached down and grabbed the sheet, pulling it away. I stood staring at my. Right. Saying she was in a dry spell was a bit like saying the ocean was wet. **** Between staying up late making S’mores the night before and the near constant activity all day long, the kids were dropping off fast as Nicole sat around the campfire with her sisters. She, on the other hand, had turned in early because she’d been up late the night before the annual summer trip, finishing something for work that easily could have waited – if her manager wasn’t a bitch. An especially strong breeze. Of course now she was fully dressed, and I do mean fully. She had on a long black skirt and a plain white blouse that she had buttoned to the top. It was still impossible to hide those big breasts of hers, though. How could anyone hide 40Ds? He turned to me again and said he thought he MUST see the film. He did not want to pass judgment on his wife, or us, until he had seen it with his own eyes. I warned him it would be VERY graphic. He said he still wanted to see it. Pam, I noticed, was a bit. He opened the door to see Adriana there, smiling, her helmet in one hand and her bike resting against her hip. He cast his eyes down over her body, relishing in the way that the cycling lycra clung to her curves.. He noticed that her nipples were nicely erect and making themselves evident through her top. As he looked up to meet her eyes, he noted that she had been giving him the once over too, particularly the fact that his cock was so evident in his shorts. They laughed at each other as their.