He nodded and replaced his ear buds. When Eddie joined me outside on the patio, he leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I’m sure he also took the opportunity to get a close up look at my tits. I pretended not to notice. As we ate, I told him, “You know, you’re welcome to use the pool anytime you want.” “Thanks” I spent the rest of the morning doing laundry and cleaning house while Eddie played video games in his room—or at least that’s what he said he was doing. After lunch, I explained to Eddie that I had to go shopping and that I’d be gone a couple of hours and that he should make himself at home. “Can I have a beer?” He asked. “Sure, just don’t overdo it. There’s no way I can carry you up the stairs.” When I got home, I could tell my brother had a bit of a buzz. He wasn’t slurring his words or anything, but he was blatantly staring at my tits, and he didn’t try to hide the bulge in his shorts. “How many beers have you had?” I asked him while standing in front of where he was sitting in the recliner. He never looked up at my indian face as he held up his bottle, “This is my third, why?” “Okay, but no more until after supper.” And then I decided to have a little fun with him in his buzzed state, “Have you been in the pool yet?” “No, not yet. It’s really hot outside.” “That’s all the more reason to cool off in the water. I’m going to change and head out there. You’re welcome to join me, but you’ll have to finish your beer or pour it into a plastic cup. We don’t allow glass out back.” “Okay, I’ll be right out.” And he got up from the recliner and headed out of the room with his obvious bulge leading the way. My most conservative bikini wasn’t very conservative at all. It showed a lot more skin than the group sex halter I’d been wearing. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother’s fleshy posterior disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. She wanted them to know what a dirty, bad girl she is, what a whore she is and how good she is at pleasing men. I arrived first and waved her over when she came through the door, and she looked exactly like the picture. She looked down at me looking a bit unhappy I thought and then traded places with the elf standing beside the bed. The watchers indian began to wander away, their immediate needs sated. And in view of what happened last time, my mind was alive to the possibilities the night might have in store. We all watch the slow descent as the dress slowly parts. The Indian futa looked like she'd reached Nirvana. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his face. Manjula was standing by the window, her divine figure framed by the bright sun, wearing nothing but a shy smile. She moans loudly as I fuck her pussy with the group sex dildo and finger her asshole.