He snored, at least his grandfather said he did. Shit, if she wanted to snore he wouldn’t care, any sound she made would be good, though he was stil...l glad she wasn’t snoring. Her face was all made up, dark lashes, ruby lips, exotic looking eye liner. It was like looking at a more beautiful, prettier, Mona Lisa. He scouted out what she was wearing. The nightgown felt soft, like silk. It was silk. He could see her boobs. God they looked succulent. He wondered if that was an appropriate way to. He used the shirt like a diaper, putting one part of the shirt to sit on – must keep the couch clean, of course – and using the other part of the shirt to cover his three piece set –for modesty, of course.She on the other hand sat up like a deer in the headlights. She used one hand to scoop the pearlish cream from her face and lick it off of her fingers.It might be of interest to you to be aware of whom 'he' and 'she' might be. He is my Daddy; she is my Mom's sister, Aunt Debbie. Daddy did not. One of the guys handed him a towel which he threw around my shoulders barely covering anything. I was offered a beach lounge chair and a beer which I gladly accepted. As I drank a couple of beers I allowed the towel to drop to the chair fully exposing me to all these guys who at this point had drank several beers apiece. I asked if anyone had any sunscreen and quickly a bottle was handed to me. I asked if anyone would rub the lotion on me and everyone volunteered. Before long I had hands all. .. shocking!We had been going to this local bar for a few weeks, with other girlfriends and also our then current boyfriends.On one of the girly nights out at the pub, one of the bouncers on the door got quite chatty with both me and Tracey.It was pretty obvious he fancied us and we felt the same. He stood about 6 ft tall, muscular and had very short cropped black hair, a real hunk.To cut a long story short, he was obviously trying to chat us up and both me and Tracey found him quite dishy, so.