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The next morning the 4 of us were around the backyard pool eating a light breakfast, me still in my bathrobe and bare feet. Probably should have skipped the brandy in my coffee, but it was a vacation. My father at one point went back into the house, so I took the opportunity to let my robe part a bit below the waist giving my husband a clear view of my trimmed but still hairy cunt as he walked in my direction from the house with his coffee. My mother was none the wiser, sitting on the opposite side of the patio table. The grin on my husband’s face was priceless, maybe due to me ponr opening hot sluts my legs a second time for an optimal view. Around noon, my mother wanted to drive into town to pick up several large planting pots. As my father wasn’t interested in helping out with “woman’s work,” my husband volunteered to help out, and she would drop him off at the airport for a two day business trip that had been scheduled in to our vacation. 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