. this..." and then "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" as I plunged in to the hilt. I moved her hands from behind her to over her head. I loved to do this since it th...rust her exposed her breasts out and made them so accessible to my hands, tongue and mouth. "Jesus... James... you... have... to... stop. Don't... fuck... me" she cried as her hips started an involuntary movement, betraying her passion. I locked my lips on one of her distended brown nipples. It must have been an inch long. She was responding. I took her thighs in my hands and pulled her even closer. I started to sink in the water. She pulled back very quickly sitting against the steps. It was a pregnant pause. I took the advantage of going down on her. I put my arms around her chest and her lower back, pressing our breasts together. She smiled slightly and I brought my mouth to her throat, kissing, sucking, and going lower each time. She let out small breaths. My mouth was on the top of her breast, I was reluctant to go any lower. I. The week before we had driven over to a town thirty miles away to watch the Fourth of July fireworks and I was thrilled by the wonderful display of burning colored flowers as they exploded in the sky. This weekend we again packed a picnic lunch and mom and dad and I headed back to the valley.No purple carpet this time. No fragile blooms of spun crystal. No, instead the entire valley floor was a blaze of white and red clover blooms, but above these stood rank upon rank of lovely daisies. Yellow. Quiet enough so that just like that time before at Monica's house, I told you about it, I think, when I thought her mom or dad might have been watching us, I heard a rustle from the hall. This time there wasn't any doubt about it. Carla's dad was standing there, nude, his cock erect and his hand stroking. I guess he figured we were too distracted to notice him or he was too far along to care, because in a second or two he was pumping and spurting all over the carpet.Was it us all together that.