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Hot Mom, hot daughter, is anyone complaining?(5)
Wearing a white captain's shirt and hat, Mr. Hollins steered the yacht out of the harbor. I was sitting on the deck talking to Jennie and Mrs. Hollins, whose lissome bodies were adorned by tiny bikinis emblazoned with the American flag. When we moved into open water Mr. Hollins asked me to join him at the helm, said he'd show me how to operate the ship. Mrs. Hollins said, "Jennie and I are going to lay in the sun," and climbed onto the bow, where they laid out towels, and casually, as if they'd done it a hundred times before, stripped naked, applied lotion to themselves and each other's backs, lay down. I glanced at Mr. Hollins; his attention on the boat, not the naked hotties lying on it. You had to admire his focus. I watched other boats sail by, no one tried to hide their binoculars.
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