She was a housewife and she was very reserved kind of a person. She was always in saree or salwar or jeans and fully covered top. She was very close w...ith my mother but hardly spoke to me. Very rarely I used to see her and luckily once I happened to see her in short dress when she came to the balcony of her house when I was standing outside. I got a peak through under the shorts and believe me as a guy a small glimpse of the panty would make anyone mad (I am not a pervert just love towards. Don’t make a scene. I can live with the gossip.’ Bill leered at him as he approached. ‘Having fun, tonight, partner?’ ‘Yeah. Yeah, I am. More fun than I can ever remember. Bill, how long have we been best friends?’ ‘Kindergarten?’ ‘Yeah, that’s how I see it. Are we still best friends?’ ‘You know it!’ ‘I like her, Bill, Jeananne, I mean. She’s a neat girl. She told me about what you and she…did you tell anyone else?’ ‘No…I thought about it…but, no…I probably shouldn’t have told you.’ ‘She. Other than cheerleader camp the girls had not had a real getaway vacation in many years. Also since all of us had been intimate for quite a while it only seemed natural to keep the familial unit together.We headed out on the first leg of our journey to Galveston to camp out on the beach. That gave us a chance for a shakedown to see if everything was in order. We all had a ball swimming and sub bathing (the part I liked best) and getting accustomed to sleeping arrangements. The camper had plenty. Its heat radiated right through the flimsy material of my bikini thong. I loved the sun. I welcomed its rays. I spread for its piercing presence.I shivered.Eric and I make love all the time. Sometimes we even have sex when we do. Or should I say: we made love? I am sure he still does, but do I?There was a time, not long ago, when the mere touch of his hand on my cheek gave me goose bumps. His soft breath on my nipple made me wet my panties. Just a stolen kiss could scatter my thoughts like a.