A New Kind of
“Oh look at this water. So warm, so crystal clear.”
“It’ll feel so nice to wash all of this sand off my back.”
“My back – my arms – my legs – my ass! (giggle)”
“Your forgot one thing, son. Your new pussy.”
“Yea, but that’s not sand, Dad. That’s the cabana boy’s spunk, running down my legs – and yours.”
“Oh yea – how did that get there?” Both laugh.
“So how are we going to explain this when we fly back home? Oh, we magically became a hot mom and daughter after drinking that blue tequila drink.”
“Looking like we do, and knowing that no male with a pulse and dick can’t resist us – why say anything?
I think our lives are a lot easier now – sweetheart.”
“Hmmm… you’re right – Mom. Oh yes, this water’s just right. Now, where did Pablo head off to?”