That morning, I got up early and took my shower. I went up to Irene’s bedroom and lightly knocked on the door. I listened and did not hear anything.... I opened the bedroom door and walked in. Irene was asleep so I just very quietly slipped in the bed with her. She had on one of those granny gowns that reached down to her ankles. I put my arm around her and began to play with her boobs. They were really sagging now. They were so soft. As I began to play with them, she woke up. She said to me,. I couldn't stop myself from groaning and when Mom looked up to see what was wrong she instantly realised where my eyes had been and she blushed a bit but made no effort to cover up or rebuke me. What was going on?It was only late afternoon but we decided to have a bit of a doze before thinking about fixing something for an evening meal and rather than crawling inside our sleeping bags Mom suggested that we spread one out beneath us and pull the other one over the top of us. I thought that this. " God, I wish I had my camera," suggested one."I have one in my room," countered the other.Each was reluctant to leave the other alone with me, in order to get the camera. One even courteously asked if I would mind being photographed. In those days there were no electronic cameras, no internet, no Facebook, so I was not unduly concerned. So the camera was obtained by us all going back to the women's room, me wearing the hotel bathrobe and then returning.Back in my room, naked again, I was put. "What the hell" I thought. A free blow job wasn't going to do me any harm so I leaned back against a desk and let her work on my cock. Every now and then she would pull her mouth off and look up at me. Finally she asked me to make love to her. I drew the line there but I knew that I could get away with just masturbating her until she orgasmed so I let her think that I would shag her. She stood up and quickly took off her panties. I lifted her into a sitting position on the table and I lifted.