Our two families always spent our summer holidays together as a group, and it was two months later that we stayed at a hotel by the sea.The path that ...we had to use to get to the beach led through a chalet site before it went down the cliff path. It was on the chalet site that we noticed two girls of about our age, often playing with a beach ball, or waiting to go out for the day.How we envied them their light summer dresses and attractive swimming costumes as we passed by their chalet!One day,. It had a nice ambiance, awesome people and the drinks were cheap. I got dressed and asked Rachel if she would join me."Sure I'll join you Brian. I need some fresh air anyways."I put on my black jeans, a white shirt and my blue hoodie. Rachel surprisingly didn't take long either. I shouldn't be surprised, though. She wasn't like the girls I used to know. She didn't need hours for her outfit or make-up. She knew what looked good on her. She decided to go out in her tight red jeans, a black top. "You should know! It's that taffy. That damn taffy we've been taking for yourlittle experiment." Tim laughed at the comment as if it were a bad joke."Sure, and Santa's candy canes are killing kids, I suppose." Stop it, Tim. I mean it. I think it's doing something to me. I don't knowhow else to explain it." Explain what?" Tim was growing more excited with each response."Why I'm not interested in Mark these days." Why I'm so interested in S-E-X,but not with Mark. I thought this stuff was supposed. I am a little flatter than you would like in a twerking video.Me: Of course, So, you like twerking?Mom: Well, let me start here. You know to spice up a relationship, sometimes adult couples play with the buttocks.Me: So, dad doesn’t like twerking?Mom: He does like it. Can I tell you something? I like it when your father does certain things to my ass, and sometimes I send him twerking videos to inspire him to do that to me when he gets home. Do you like it?Me: Yes, I do.Mom: Would you like me to.