I smiled apologetically. “First day, you know. We’ll hang out tomorrow?”Lara nodded knowingly. “Yeah, yeah. I understand. Have fun.”“What ...are you going to do?”“Read, I guess.”I made a sad face.Lara swatted my arm. “Hey, we can’t all live the life of excitement like you.”“Told you. You should’ve smuggled Pete down here,” I teased. “Then we could’ve all gone out together.”“Oh, I get it! If Pete was here, then I’m welcome, but without him...”“No! You know that’s not what I meant.”“Matt, I’m just. A fish bone and wood necklace now tight on my boy's growing neck. It was a gift to Ben from me on a family vacation we took to Ensenada when he was ten. He'd worn it every day since then and it was now getting too tight for him to wear, but he refused to take it off. I oozed pre-cum like crazy as I realized I had a front seat view of what was happening to my son. It was even hotter knowing this was being broadcast live to others who were enjoying my flesh and blood being used as a play thing. His arms and legs were very muscular, befitting a man of his size and with good definition, but he didn't have a bodybuilder's physique.Donny's kisses became more frequent and passionate as Charli's shirt and panties slowly came off. He was a tease, taking his time and savoring every inch of her body. I watched, fascinated by his self-control, as he touched and stroked her skin, kissing each revealed piece of flesh. Sometime during all this foreplay, Donny's shorts hit the floor, and between. My plan was to make her wet with my fingers before pulling the damp bikini pants up her tanned thighs, so she wouldn’t notice how soaked at the crotch they were. To my surprise, I found she was already wet and my fingers slipped in easily. I jumped the gun and pulled the mint green bikini bottoms up her legs, drawing them up over her ample behind, a bit of a stretch I must say. This woke her up.“These are a bit tight, are you sure you’ve got the right ones?”“Yeh, I wanna see your ass, beach.