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To be continued... Cindy packed her two piece and a towel along with Double some pop and snacks. She and Kim were going out to spent any quality time together and she was looking forward to relaxing with her friend. The Craig’s were an elderly couple who owned 140 acres with a large farm that bordered the Musquean River. The river was about 100 yards wide and slow moving. There were some great sandy areas but the Craig’s had the best one. There was the beach itself with shade trees bordering it, and the river pooled just out from the shore and was about five feet deep. The Craig’s were pretty careful with who they let on their property, so it was really quite a private spot. As Kim and Cindy approached the trees bordering the beach, Kim suddenly slowed and then stopped. She glanced at her friend and whispered “Shit, I hear voices.” Cindy heard them too. The girls slowly dildo and quietly crept toward the beach and saw the bare backsides of two boys standing on the edge of the river. They were looking out and chatting away as comfortable as if they were wearing bathing suits. Their backs and legs were well muscled offering proof that they were at least teens. Both girls sucked in their breath and opened their mouths in an expression of shock. They kept looking at each other and back at the boy’s bums as if they were amateur completely babe unsure of what to do next. In hushed tones they began. “Who are they?” “I can’t tell yet” “Great butts!” “Really great!” “Should we go?” “No, let’s make them turn around.” “Cindy, you bad girl!” “I know, fetish but if they want to skinny dip, then they have to take their chances.” Cindy crouched down and picked up a large stone. She was glad both her young men decided to dildo accept her birthday gift to them, Double but it felt weird having her sons' hard cock in each hand, stroking them. In her post orgasm haze, she heard his footsteps walking away, and the front door open and close. In any case there were no obvious signs of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a hint of underclothes. She shrugged. My eyes drifted down to her flat belly. Some of the guests were already letting their freak flags fly. “Good girl, Fifty-One.” Mistress said softly, “Here is your reward.” “Oh hi.” Angie and I went over to them and stood behind the couch fetish and looked at Tom’s phone. Once again Darleen amateur reaches her peak, “FUCK ME babe STUD.