'Ah there he is, Stace,' said Lorna as I approached. My wife was wearing her favourite yellow bikini, her perky breasts barely covered by the two flimsy triangles of her string tied top.
My eyes flicked to my sister in law whose big t**s were contained in a royal blue bikini top which had a supportive band underneath the bikini cups. It was kind of like a sports bra with a partly concealed zip down the middle. Her breasts were squashed together nicely, her cleavage incredible, and her n*****s were clear points pressing against the stretched fabric.
I had never seen Stacey in a bikini before and I hoped it would not be the last time.
My c**k was already hardening in my shorts as I lowered myself in the water which was the perfect temperature.
Underneath the bubbly water I could make out
