He did as she asked, without taking his eyes off her. Her breasts were beautiful; at least as beautiful as any he had seen in the magazines. They were... as tanned as the rest of her body.“Touch them.” That caught his attention. His eyes flew up to meet hers.“What?” he gasped, before staring at her breasts again.“It’s okay. I’d like you to. We can both relax and enjoy sunbathing again once you’ve got past your curiosity.”He didn’t move. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. She reached out and took both. Her long black hair assisted the opulence and fullness of her well-preserved contours. Although she was massively built upstairs, she had an unnaturally tiny waist which flared outward into a full hourglass pair of hips just made for bedroom games. Her long shapely legs were nicely formed and still firm without an ounce of fat, although here and there, there was a slight, provocative stretch wrinkle. She had after all been a mother twice. Still, the sheer voluptuousness of her proportions could. Her breasts were now bulging around her nipples; I lightly flicked her nipples to test their bounce and once satisfied I slowly lightly licked ever decreasing circles on her breasts until my tongue lashed her nipples. Tammy was moaning in a low guttural pleasure sort of way. Perfect I thought.Just then the front door bell rang; I looked at Tammy's reaction and nothing. So I slipped silently away and let the six guys in: leading them into the living room; I began to explain the rules before they. Aren't we done yet?" she asked."We're not done until I say the show is done. And part of this show is I want to see your O-face," I informed her."O-face? What's that?" she asked, looking confused."Your orgasm face. I want to see you orgasm."She looked alarmed. "But the church says that's wrong! We're not supposed to do anything like that until marriage!" Oh, but it's okay to send naked pictures to your boyfriend?" I retorted. She blushed sheepishly and looked down."So what am I supposed to do?".