Sitting the open container down in front of the rack, carefully handling the contents, strands of thorned branches, she stretches, unwinds the individ...ual strands before silently slipping the longest one between Jodi’s backside and the curved wooden surface. The eldest gripping, manuvering the briskling vine’s cropped end as it slips outward, she reaches across Jodi’s heaving breasts, grips the other end of the row of thorns, nods toward the novice.Jodi’s naked body stretched, yet her battered. I glanced around. Peeking over the tops of my sunglasses. I was drawing attention all right. Admiring glances were being shot at me by several others laying nearby as well as a number of passer-bys. The trouble was that so far all were males, except for one teenage girl who sported enough tattoos and piercings to put Captain Jack Sparrow to shame. Not my type at all.I acknowledged that perhaps I wasn't coming across as completely butch, which I am. I was wearing a very small, very daringly cut. Maria and Anna were treated differently around our house. At the age of 13 both had a pretty big rack growing on their chest as they were forced to live by dad’s topless house rules. Surprisingly when dad wasn’t around, I noticed mom always touching their breast. Aunt B was soon to follow as I caught her once molesting Anna through her underpants with her shorts around her ankles. These things happened quite often and as I grew accustomed to the fondling of the girls, it wasn’t long before. She brought her upper body up as you kissed her hungrily while you began moving faster against her. Hana brought her hands up as she squeezed your breasts causing a gasp like groan while your eyes shut blissfully. You felt her pinch your nipples as you moaned deeply picking up your already fast pace.Hana moved her head towards your bouncing breasts as she began sucking on one roughly."Ha..Hana.." you moaned as sweat began to build up on your forehead.You used one of your hands to grasp onto her.