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A CRACK ON THE BEACH PART 3 -- all about the bum c

Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Mature, Author: hamba001, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

the bomb. Instead Shy bit down on her lower lip, exactly in the same manner as I had witnessed Cee do so often over the last two nights. Shy ran a hand briefly across her stomach. “Mmm,” she replied. “That’s true. That’s very true,” she added, with a quick, distant smile. Cee arrived with the first of many gin and tonics and I basked in the sun wondering if there was something in the island’s drinking water: some natural additive that had a way of tossing inhibition aside, of turning fantasy into reality? We returned a few hours before midnight to the chalet from dinner. Both Cee and Shy had the giggles. They were tipsy, but not d***k; not as inebriated as usual and I presumed this was because they had stayed on the gin and not mixed. We settled on the patio and the first bottle of wine was opened. It was a warm, breezeless night. We chatted and laughed and all seemed, well, normal, other than for Cee on more than one occasion, touching Shy’s knee or hand. But maybe that was me imagining things. “I think,” Cee announced suddenly, “it is time for your hubby to take a swim.” “Oh, you do, do you?” giggled Shy. “Do you hear that, hubby of mine?” I had already decided, of course, to go ahead without whatever Cee was in the process of conjuring. My only reservation was as how Shy was going to react, if at all. And both women had seen me naked, not that Shy was aware of that equation, either. “What about you two?” “You first,” Cee ordered. “Yes, you first,” Shy echoed, a slight ... slur to her words. That wine was starting to kick in. “Not fair. I’m happy to go first, but how do I know you both won’t chicken out?” Cee glanced at Shy. “We could meet him halfway and take our tops off?” she suggested. I saw Shy take a good swig of her wine and, dare I think it, tighten her crossed legs. “You do, do you?” she asked Cee, ignoring me. “Mmmm. Nobody will see you. I’ll go first if you like?” Cee replied, focusing on my wife and I now knew only too well what that focused look of hers meant. The spider, as they say, was beginning to weave its web. There was definitely now a change in the atmosphere – a hint of tension, of nervousness; like the minutes before a storm. I was, momentarily, forgotten as Shy and Cee played out their teenage-like scenario. “Nobody can see us,” Cee repeated. “Anyway, who cares if they do?” Shy didn’t glance my way. With her free hand she adjusted the neckline of her loose, linen dress in what I construed to be a nervous gesture, or was it a pre-emptive one? “Okay. You go first,” Shy said and sipped from her glass, her eyes not leaving Cee’s face as she did so. This little duel was beginning to titillate and frustrate. Cee unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, revealing the swell of her bosom entrapped in the confinements of a lacy brassiere. Had she prepared herself for this? I watched Shy for her reaction and it was small, but there. Her eyes dropped briefly toward her step-s****r’s mounds and she took a little nip of her lower lip. ...