Tan Day

"Rocco Ferrari?" Elizabeth asked. "Dana, are you serious?"

"Yeah," Dana said, "I don't know what to do."

"Well, you got yourself into this mess, dear," she chided him gently. They were both by the pool, Elizabeth under a large umbrella to protect her fair skin, while Dana baked her brains out, getting a nice all around tan. She was only wearing a tiny thong, her ass globes lathered up with suntan oil.

"I know, I know. I'm going to have to do this, aren't I. But I don't wannnnnna," she said petulantly, imitating their daughters. Elizabeth snorted.

"Rocco won't be that bad, dear. But if I remember right from Maria, he is packing. So don't forget your lube."