They call the cabin The Fishing Lodge. Actually, there is a compound with individual family cabins. The original lodge was a large, single room buildi...ng. It had kitchen and dining space at one end and a large fire place and seating area at the other end. Bunks were built along the walls. Modesty has never been a big deal in our family, but the bunks could be screened, for an illusion of privacy, with curtains. The lodge is now used for big family get-togethers. The kitchen area is still there,. The tip of her finger circling the tight nub of her clit. The knowledge of him watching made her hot, excited and bold. She went beneath the water, cleaning the lather from her body, rising to the top slowly. Beads of water fell in silvered streams down her skin, a single droplet resting in the valley of her breasts. Graceful and light, she looked more like an angel, his heart wrenched as he saw a drop of water cling to a dusky nipple, then fell to the waters surface. Her hand lifted, then a. STILL, EVER THE GENTLEMAN, I THOUGHT MORE OF IT & WENT TO TOWN.. SUCKING HER MOIST LIPS APART, I BEGIN TO ALTERNATE BETWEEN RAPID LITTLE CIRCLES AROUND HER CLIT & SUCKING ON HER PUSSI LIPS TO CATCH THE SWEET WETNESS EVEN AS I FELT HER GETTING EVER WETTER.. WHEN I 1st FELT HER TONGUE CONTACT MY DICK.. IT GAVE ME A SMALL START.. MOANING A BIT I COULDN'T HELP BUT THRUST FORWARD A BIT.. INSTANTLY I WAS CONSCIENCE & WORRIED ABOUT HURTING HER.. PFFFT.. PLEASE.. I SHOULD'VE WORRIED ABOUT HER HURTING. They were stretch satin on the back and open white lace on the front with just a crazy smooth triangle of hard satin in the very center. Nice for some dick play later. I donned the panties and adjusted myself comfortably as I laid out my options on the bed. My panties ranged from simple nylon to plain lace, nylon and lace or satin and lace. Nothing cotton for me. Yuck! The bra choices were a bit more limited as it is tough to "acquire" the right size from other peoples laundry piles. Later I.