My last summertime house before university seemed to get me in a perpetual state of orange balls. It had been the latest summer in recorded history of our area indicating much time was used in the pool. A chance, no doubt, but with my good friends and their girlfriends visiting just about every day, the girls appear to get themselves in a constant competition to see who'd the skimpiest swimwear, the sexiest human body in that bikini, and the most unreasonable behaviour within their bikinis. Mother arrived to see what the commotion was all about on one of our earliest days, to find girls doing sexy dances and flashing us from their point on the fishing board. The majority of the guys chosen the girls blinking one eyes, baring their pussies for a moment, but I was generally a tits and ass man. Busted! Also carrying a bikini, Mother stood at the much end of the pool watching the goings on. The party noticed her very nearly immediately and called aloud hellos. Needless to say, the ...