Our waitress commented on how hot she looked. Glenda mentioned it was warm and proceeded to undo the zipper completely. A small low sigh escaped our w...aitress as she now had an unobstructed view of Glenda’s tits and in the fleeting moment that our eyes made contact I could see her desire and answered it with a smile and a nod, totally unbeknownst to Glenda. With my seeming acceptance our waitress concentrated all her attentions on Glenda, who was now feeling the effects of her drinks. Let me. He just let her enjoy her orgasm as they dried off. He also enjoyed the thought that maybe, just maybe, he would get to see her wife with this boy. Even if it were just a blow job, he thought. She wouldn't have to fuck him. Sightseeing was uneventful, but nice. They held hands as often as they could. Marni was glad to be distracted from Mark, but even more excited to see Jamaica. It relaxed her knowing that her deadlines were met and that she could really just be with her husband. This hadn't. She had been too young when her own mother died for her to have explained anything, and too introspective at school to discuss such things. Her relationship with her step-mother had never allowed them to speak of anything intimate.Once she had spied on her father and step-mother through a door inadvertently left open, but it was fairly dark in their bedroom and she hadn't been able to discern any details beyond her step-mother's legs high in the air and her father's hairy bottom pumping up and. She put it over her legs. The devil in me woke up again.After a while, I put up my legs on the couch and mentioned yeah it is little chilly aunty. To this she immediately responded by extending the quilt. Now both our feet where under the quilt some inches away. I kept shifting and inching towards her. Eventually I touched her feet with mine, and immediately apologized. After some time I started stretching and she said are you comfortable. I said yes aunty just that I need to stretch my legs..