I can never remember who is who but I like them both. Give her a little bigger butt and you got her picture. In other words, she was a “knock out.�... By the way I was and still am 5’9” at 150 lbs. with nice abs. I also I have brown/blonde hair with a little natural ducktail in back. I guess I look pretty good for a guy my age but don’t feel comfortable with stuff like that except I am proud of my abs. So to start at the beginning with words to the best of my recollection, Margarita, who my Dad. That night I fantasized about Janet as I did Connie; I’m sure she was thinking about RandyWE could hear them as their tent wasn’t too far awayIn the morning Connie and I were awakened by a vehicle leaving.As we prepared breakfast, Janet came out of her tent“Where did Randy go” Connie asked“Oh he has to work. He’ll be back this eveningConnie and I looked at each other surprised“He’s a mechanic and has to work SaturdaysWe spent the morning sunning and chatting. Connie broke out some beers, and. She pushed her hands down inside the top of his pants, inside his shorts, hungry to feel bare flesh under her fingers.She opened her mouth for a kiss. His breath tasted of whiskey. So did hers. She was starting to feel the booze at the back of her head, a tingling buzz. She could feel her teddy crotch getting damp, and there was a throbbing at the point of her hardening clit.He turned her around, backing Nicole up against the edge of the table. She parked her ass on the side, and he lifted her. Rebecca caught on and smiled her version of the hundred-megawatt smile, making me weak in the knees. Mrs. Bell had no idea what just transpired, but Mr. Bell whispered to her, earning me another beautiful smile.Colleen returned and gave us a report on the salient facts and how she'd handle taking care of them. It seemed to break the tension, and we all enjoyed dinner much more, with the awkward stage behind us.Mrs. Bell was first to broach the subject of my health. "Brian Dear, are you in pain?.