"Well, I'm doing it, he's my brother, you can do Tucker. I'll bet he'd love it." I'd like your brother better, but, well, what's this edging, give me ...the details? How did this start?" Well, I came home and walked down the hall and there he was on his bed with his dick in his hand getting off. Boy, did he scramble. But I told him I wanted to watch him do it and he said he would let me, then he pulled the covers back off and, girl, he's beautiful, he's got a seven-inch cock that you would die. Of course, it made her soaked, which she grudgingly admitted when they got back in the car. Now, she thought he was asking for a replay, though the print dress had actually made her hot and sticky and uncomfortable (not down there, it was mostly her back). Ida liked her dresses to be comfortable, even if she were flashing truckers with the hem raised above her navel. “I really don’t want to wear that one again” she said, “It was too hot”.“I’m not asking for that”, he said “but something just. He laughed."I have some money," he insisted. "Let's spend it. I don't know how many more weekends I'll be able to come visit before they ship me out. Let's just have fun."A couple weekends later when he arrived for the weekend he was so quiet, and didn't seem like he wanted to talk."You mad about something, Skinner?" I finally asked, searching my memory for what I might have done wrong."No, I just have a lot on my mind," he said, with a little half-hearted laugh."Hey! Go ask your Grandmother if. Carol nodded and said, "I'd be delighted."Our table was in a secluded corner. I ordered another round of martinis. We made small talk for a while. Carol said she and her husband came to the resort often, that they liked the freedom it allowed both of them.Joan reached out and tweaked Carol's nipples. Carol smiled. I smiled. We ordered steaks and baked potatoes for dinner along with a bottle of Malbec. We small talked, had some slightly naughty discussions and since we were nude checked each.