I asked if she had any fantasies. Public sex was something she had always wanted to give a try. I moved over and sat next to her. I'm not sure it was ...a hint but I took the opportunity. I leaned over to kiss her but she held back nervously. I placed my hand between her thighs, first she clasped them shut but as I kissed her neck below her ear and she loosened her grip. I could feel the heat and moisture from her vagina. It only took a few second for her legs to open enough for me to reach up her. I decided to forego the bra and panties that night. I found matching heels to add to my height and give my ass and legs that added sex appeal and was off to the hotel. Those familiar butterflies of anticipation and the unknown were alive and well in my belly. I loved it. I showed up at the bar and my eyes scanned the room. There they were, dressed as they had described. She wasn’t at all fat, but curvy in a sensual way and had huge breasts that made me feel woefully inadequate. She had. We both just fell back and laid there in joyful bliss. Mary regained her composure and said, “I’ll wash you, if you do me?” I joked, “I already did you!” With that, we both laughed and completed our bath. After drying each other, we hurried to Mary’s room. She told me she wanted to style my hair. Now this was the early Seventies, most of the guys had long hair. Mine was real long, well past my shoulders and white blond. Mary got out her curlers and put several into my hair. As she played, I. Even after graduating, you still get the occasional message on your social networking site of choice asking how your hot mom was doing.On the opposite end of the spectrum is your older sister, Lisa. She just turned 21. She's a bit big, though she wears the weight well, nearly all of it in her ass, thighs, and breasts, giving her an impressive hourglass figure. Her hair is brown, like yours, her dark blue eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. Her shorts were somewhat loose, though there wasn't a pair.