"Hey, lady, I don't know what your deal is here, but I'm taking back my girls," I said, grabbing Brittany and Gloria by their arms, one hand on each.
They rose slowly—boobs bouncing heavily as they stood, sand clinging to their thick asses and thighs from kneeling so long, bikinis still slightly askew, tits half-spilling out with nipples poking through the thin fabric.
I hadn't been able to look properly before because of everything that had been happening, but now I could.
Brittany wore a thin blue string bikini that perfectly matched her blonde hair, showing off her soft, plump boobs and thick thighs. She'd been gaining weight, and it was obvious she was getting hotter every day—more like her thick mother—curves softer and fuller, ass rounder, skin glowing.
