Part of her started to wish that she’d taken Peter up on his offer. She knew fine well that Lenore and her husband-to-be were making more on their w...edding photos than they had to pay to arrange it, so why shouldn’t Eloise cash in on the fame of a sister who cared so little for her? Because she had morals, that was why… She spent the afternoon reading on the balcony. It was still cold back in London, but here spring was in full bloom and Eloise made the most of it. She didn’t fancy eating on her. I was waiting in the driveway when she pulled in and she said this is crazy but lets go in, we went straight to the living room and pulled the blinds. I couldn't wait to kiss her and said I couldn't stop thinking about her all thru the long weekend. I pulled her blouse over her head and her camisole down around her waist exposing those perfect small but firm and pert tits and those erect nipples so hard and perfectly pointed. She had on one of my favorite pairs of black stretch pants that made. “Can’t a slut be horny on Monday, or is it only weekends a slut can act and be a whore for her hubby?” she giggled as she shook her shoulder, which made her tits shake lewdly.“Great, then. Let’s go to dinner and someplace we can find you some strange cocks to play with,” I place my hand in the center of her back, then let it slide down and inside her deep blue dress towards her ass.“Very, hot, my horny slut, no panties either,” I had discovered her bare ass.“They get in the way of guys properly. Eventually after being encouraged by the girls I joined them in the water, playing with the ball and generally fooling around, splashing each other. Really getting to know the girls and having fun.But things were too take a dramatic turn a bit later on. It was getting towards lunchtime and Gemma started to leave the pool up the metal ladder at the side of the pool. I don't know why I even did it? but I grabbed the bottom of her short and gave them a yank, not even very hard. Her shorts came.