Summer Holiday/Page45 Day2 - Mary on the beach

Bob looked at me and winked; then he set off across the hot sand with Molly and Harry holding onto his hands. I looked down at Mary, who was laying on her back with her eyes closed; It was hard to believe that she was the mother of two children, one eight years old. Her belly wasn't flat but there were no stretch marks and I could see that she had no hair around her pussy. Gravity had flattened her tits, but they were not over-large to begin with.

"Are you just going to stand there blocking the sun," she said. I sat down by her feet; she wriggled her toes and I noticed that the nails were painted a pretty coral pink. Her knees were together but I could still see her mound and the top of her pussy slit. "Hey! I'm up here," she said.