And make no mistake, being a spectator is participating. Chiara and I need to know you are okay. Are you concerned for Chiara’s wellbeing? Are you c...oncerned for your emotional wellbeing? Would you like to leave?” I asked each question sternly.Megan gathered her thoughts for a moment and replied, “Watching is a much different experience from just talking about it. I am fine so far. But, yes, I am a little concerned for Chiara.”“Ask her if she’s fine,” I ordered Megan.“Are you okay,. But I was desperate to see her nude. So I pulled her up and divested her of her nighty. She was wearing a skin colored lace bra and panty. I turned her over and unhooked her brassiere hooks. She helped remove her bra. I encircled her and took both of her big boobs in my two hands. They were a handful, slightly sagging but very soft and fluffy to feel. I started massaging them and she started wriggling in pleasure. I simultaneously rubbed my free Lund into her panty and she was literally. Seeing her look so happy with herself for no apparent reason at all made me starting laughing slightly, which caused her to laugh a little herself. ‘Ok, now, for Tango there are some things we need to do differently,’ I said finally getting a hold of myself, ‘first, your had needs to grab onto my thumb,’ She followed my instructions, changing the position of her hand in mine. ‘Also, your left hand needs to hook under my arm with your thumb. Yeah, that’s it…a little to the left, up, up, right. If I was, it must not have bothered her since she didn't stop nor did she seem at all upset.It was all too soon for me when Lisa pulled herself out of the pool and announced she was going to go lie in the sun. She spread her towel on the nearest grass a short distance from us. It might have been because of how the ground was sloped, but I still wonder if was her conscious idea to lie with her feet toward us, but it certainly didn't cause me to complain.At first she just read the book she had.