Charlotte and Missy

The two women, one a sexily hot cougar, the other an equally stunning teenage kitten, sashayed across the beach like they owned it, their every step an affront to decency as their breasts threatened to break free of their tiny bikini tops and the extremely tiny bottoms risked slipping exposing their pussies for all to see. I wasn't the only person who was watching them lasciviously, there was little imagination needed to see what they'd be like if the thin strips of material fell away. I was the only one who their gazes connected to, and I watched as they grinned at me and each other, the two of them briefly conversing before they headed in my direction. The older one gave me a sultry smile, "I'm Charlotte and this is my daughter, Missy."