I opened the door to my room, and let them both in. They sat on my bed while I sat down in my chair.“What’s our cover story, ladies?”“What?”...“In case, a parent walks in,” I explained.“Oh!” Shirley said. “What about ... we asked you who was prettier, and you decided to ... oh, I don’t know?”“Do we have to have a cover story, Priest ... Mom will be in the kitchen until daddy comes home,” my sister said.“How about the idea that I have a new boyfriend, and you are teaching us how to kiss?” Shirley. ” Nick added, grinning at her.Then, Nick pulled his still-erect cock out of her mouth.Cami knew what he was going to do, and started sobbing.“Please, Nick, i’m a virgin!” she cried, as he lined his cock up with her pussy, holding her down with his strong arms.“Nick, i’ll scream!” she cried, not knowing why she hadn’t thought of it before.Nick moved away from her for a minute, contemplating, then grinned.“Then I guess we’ll have to keep that little mouth of yours quiet. A.J.! Dirk!” Nick called,. The grotto contained several brightly colored lounge chairs and chaise longues and two white-metal tables with barber-striped beach umbrellas shading them from center poles. At one of the tables sat a tall, willowy woman with short jet black hair, wearing a brilliant cobalt blue bandanna bikini. A frosted glass identical to Cord's was clasped in one slim hand. She was as bronzed as her husband, with a smooth taut stomach and fine high breasts barely concealed in the narrow strip of her suit. Proved completely groundless. Apart from the brief encounter with the anti-nudism group nothing else that day came along to spoil the event - from the march down the aisle to the final waves of ‘goodbye’ as Bryce and Glenda headed off for their honeymoon after the evening’s celebrations of dancing and eating and maybe just a little bit too much wine - everything went just so memorably well.One of those ‘memorable moments’ that no one would forget was when the three beautifully naked bridesmaids.