While our fingers dart along her pussy, we slide our other hands up and slowly remove her tight green tee, revealing her gorgeous and soft breasts. I... lower my lips to her nipple and circle it with my tongue as my finger continues its rhythm against her sweet pussy. Jon mimics me, his lips wrapped round her nipple and his finger darting to and fro in her. Katie’s moaning grows, as does my cock. I slide down, and begin to lick her thigh again as I slide over and begin to lick at her pussy. . Knowing I could take a tour of the garden anytime I pleased, I headed straight for the back yard. The blueberry bushes were overflowing with ripe fruit and the weight of the tasty orbs made the branches droop. Thankfully, I was eager to help lessen that weight. I rushed over to the nearest bush and reached for the largest cluster of ripe berries I could find. But my fingers halted mere inches from their destination. I had just heard a noise. It was only the crack of a branch, but the closeness. “You look tired. D’you wanna take a nap while I fix dinner?” he asked, looking at me.“Oh, I can help you,” I said, opening my eyes and starting to get up. “No way. You rest here. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” he said, placing a peck on my cheek. Once he disappeared in the kitchen, I touched that spot where he left his warm peck and closed my eyes smiling. The feeling was pleasant. After a moment, I felt his hand on my cheek, and I heard him calling my name.“Linda? Linda, honey?” he. Jessica was 5-feet-6 and said she weighed 125 pounds. She was neither fat nor skinny. Her bust was 33 and her hips were 35. Kristin was an inch shorter than her older sister but a little curvier up top. She had a 35-inch bust to go along with 36-inch hips.Their waists were both 25 inches, they said.The newcomers paid rapt attention as the older women (Dom, Brian and I wisely kept our mouths shut) talked about society’s ideas of beauty and fitness.We had learned that the boat usually had a crew.